Post by Lupin the Loyal on Jun 18, 2006 23:09:51 GMT -5
((What can I say, Queen and I are in a relationship))
Remus poked at the ink quill in front of him. It wasn’t the only object littering the table that he occupied in the library. In fact, the papers and bottles of potion that were strewn about the surface left little room for anyone else to sit with him. Though at that particular moment, he wasn’t exactly looking for company.
His hand drifted absentmindedly to a stack of papers and rifled through them until he found the one he was looking for, then quickly returned to his scrawling. He was writing a Herbology essay, not to mention a Potions, Divination, and Transfiguration essay; all make-up work due to his ‘sudden illness’. The next couple of days would be crack down days for Remus. Even the Marauders knew to back off a bit. They still had their goes at trying to get Remus to get out of the castle every now and again, but they never seemed to hassle him as much post full moon. When Remus said no, they usually took it as a legitimate answer and left Remus to his studies.
With the burden that had made its presence so apparent in Remus’ life, he knew that his option would in life would drastically limited. He was an avid reader of the Daily Prophet. He had never been one to skip over an article, and he had read countless front page terror stories about werewolves. More biting’s then Remus could count on both hands and both feet, but not a single article of unwilling werewolves trying to make it in an unwanting world. It really was a travesty that such a great mind like his would go to waste, unable to reach its true potential due to his fiery little problem. Hopefully, in the years to come, all that would change.
Remus’ hand had stopped over his parchment, and where the quill met the parchment, was a large ink spot about an inch in diameter. He’d have to rewrite the whole paper on a fresh piece. How could he hand in something so messy? Remus pulled another piece of parchment towards him and began copying over the half finished essay.
Remus poked at the ink quill in front of him. It wasn’t the only object littering the table that he occupied in the library. In fact, the papers and bottles of potion that were strewn about the surface left little room for anyone else to sit with him. Though at that particular moment, he wasn’t exactly looking for company.
His hand drifted absentmindedly to a stack of papers and rifled through them until he found the one he was looking for, then quickly returned to his scrawling. He was writing a Herbology essay, not to mention a Potions, Divination, and Transfiguration essay; all make-up work due to his ‘sudden illness’. The next couple of days would be crack down days for Remus. Even the Marauders knew to back off a bit. They still had their goes at trying to get Remus to get out of the castle every now and again, but they never seemed to hassle him as much post full moon. When Remus said no, they usually took it as a legitimate answer and left Remus to his studies.
With the burden that had made its presence so apparent in Remus’ life, he knew that his option would in life would drastically limited. He was an avid reader of the Daily Prophet. He had never been one to skip over an article, and he had read countless front page terror stories about werewolves. More biting’s then Remus could count on both hands and both feet, but not a single article of unwilling werewolves trying to make it in an unwanting world. It really was a travesty that such a great mind like his would go to waste, unable to reach its true potential due to his fiery little problem. Hopefully, in the years to come, all that would change.
Remus’ hand had stopped over his parchment, and where the quill met the parchment, was a large ink spot about an inch in diameter. He’d have to rewrite the whole paper on a fresh piece. How could he hand in something so messy? Remus pulled another piece of parchment towards him and began copying over the half finished essay.
