A small Remus. Very small.


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Strange place. No-one about who I know. Sirius isn't here ( Read more... )

Remus is surrounded in books. Nobody knows where he got them, there's a suspicion that he's been raiding Nexus bookshelves.

I found myself staring out the window at the waxing moon and letting my thoughts wander. It's not something I do very often, as it leads to prolonged periods of melancholia. Thus, I tried to find a way to distract myself and, as usual, ended up remembering various incidents that occured at school over the years ( Read more... )

Zzzzz....

Been doing this all day.

Clair has his potion! And just in time, too.

It's not much, Remus' home. There's very little space and what space there is is taken up mostly with boxes. He has to light the stove with his wand and there's not much light to see by. Still, it keeps the rain out and it's more or less warm.

Not long before I was detoured to this "Nexus," I overheard a conversation regarding a group of lycanthropes in the United States. Apparently, they regarded the term werewolf as derogatory, preferring the term lycanthropy patient or person(s) with lycanthropy. I'll not bother with any sort of observation that might be made about Americans and ( Read more... )