au_muses: Night. {application prompt}
Walking along the grounds at Hogwarts had become part of his nightly routine in the years that he had spent working there. It was during this time that he reflected on what happened throughout the day, when he would let his mind wander and roam freely...
There was also one spot where he always paused, at least for a few minutes, and where his thoughts would usually come to a halt only so old ones could make their way out of their hiding spaces. That spot was where the Whomping Willow was planted, and he was reminded about that particular night that he had to 'look forward to' every month. During his nightly walks it would be easy to find another route, try to find a way to avoid the tree altogether, but there was really no point doing so. The moon was his reminder, which would always follow him no matter how hard he could try to avoid it.
Remus stole a quick glance up at the moon, which was slowly getting full, before turning back towards the tree ahead of him. Its large shadow swayed freely along with the cool night breeze, and he couldn't help but smile slightly as realized that, although so many years had passed already since he had been a student himself, some things really had stayed the same. Like the fact that this tree was still his passageway so that he could transform safely in the Shrieking Shack. Now that the Wolfsbane Potion had been invented the transformations were much easier, and far less painful than how they had once been, but Remus would always leave the castle just to be safe.
But it was still a couple of weeks until that night, he reminded himself as he forced himself to turn around so he could continue his walk. For now he could continue enjoying the night just like everyone else did and continue thinking about what he would teach the next day, about the essays he still needed to grade, about... Well, normal things.
He would never be able to ignore the fact that he was a werewolf, but he couldn't let one night ruin all the rest.
Remus Lupin
Harry Potter
Word Count: 364
There was also one spot where he always paused, at least for a few minutes, and where his thoughts would usually come to a halt only so old ones could make their way out of their hiding spaces. That spot was where the Whomping Willow was planted, and he was reminded about that particular night that he had to 'look forward to' every month. During his nightly walks it would be easy to find another route, try to find a way to avoid the tree altogether, but there was really no point doing so. The moon was his reminder, which would always follow him no matter how hard he could try to avoid it.
Remus stole a quick glance up at the moon, which was slowly getting full, before turning back towards the tree ahead of him. Its large shadow swayed freely along with the cool night breeze, and he couldn't help but smile slightly as realized that, although so many years had passed already since he had been a student himself, some things really had stayed the same. Like the fact that this tree was still his passageway so that he could transform safely in the Shrieking Shack. Now that the Wolfsbane Potion had been invented the transformations were much easier, and far less painful than how they had once been, but Remus would always leave the castle just to be safe.
But it was still a couple of weeks until that night, he reminded himself as he forced himself to turn around so he could continue his walk. For now he could continue enjoying the night just like everyone else did and continue thinking about what he would teach the next day, about the essays he still needed to grade, about... Well, normal things.
He would never be able to ignore the fact that he was a werewolf, but he couldn't let one night ruin all the rest.
Remus Lupin
Harry Potter
Word Count: 364