( cis man | he/him | maxence danet-fauvel ) —— isn’t that REMUS LUPIN ? yeah that is them, sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SEVENTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees cuddling under a blanket in front of the fireplace, cold hands placed on top of a warm cup of hot chocolate, the scents of grass and wood, perfectly coherent notes scribbled on parchment, hair in tussled curls & worn down shoes scuffed with mud which seems about right for that NINETEEN year old. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty LOYAL, INTELLIGENT, and WITHDRAWN. apparently they’re in FOR THE LIGHT and HALF-BLOOD ( WEREWOLF ) but i’m sure that’s not related…
basics:
full name: remus john lupin
nicknames: moony, moons, rem, lupin
age: nineteen, seventh year
birthday: 10 march, 1958
zodiac: pisces
pronouns: he/him
sexual orientation: bisexual
blood status: half-blood
hogwarts house: gryffindor
clubs: gobstones club & duelling club
wand: 10¼", cypress wood, unicorn hair core
biography:
born march 10th the only child of hope and lyall lupin, who initially met when wizard lyall rescued muggle hope from a boggart. the pair had remus a year after their marriage, and as a child he showed a strong connection to magic, leading both of his parents to believe that he’d grow up to attend hogwarts like his father.
when remus was just four, nearly five, years old, his father - while in court for the trial of fenrir greyback ; a werewolf on trial for the murder of two children, branded greyback a monster, stating that he believed him to deserve nothing but death. deciding to enact some sort of revenge against lyall lupin for this outrage, forced his way into the lupin home and attacked remus, subsequently infecting him with lycanthropy.
over time, desperate for some sort of a cure, his parents took him to various healers and tried their best to make him a normal boy, but there was no cure for his condition. when it came to recieving his hogwarts letter, dumbledore had made special accommodations in order to allow remus to attend the school.
early on in his time at hogwarts, remus befriended james potter, sirius black and peter pettigrew, the three boys who would over time go on to become the best friends that he’d ever have. though renowned troublemakers, remus knows that they’ll always be there for him, they’ve proven it enough times over the years, and he’ll always do the same for them.
while he’s an amazing student who maintains good grades, he’s by no means mr. perfect. oftentimes when it comes to marauders spectacle pranks he’s acting as the brains behind the operation, and he never hesitates to lend a hand to james, sirius or peter when it comes to causing trouble.
now that his final year at hogwarts has rolled around, remus is starting to fear for his future, and who’ll remain a part of it as time goes on, given that there’s a lack of job opportunities available for werewolves, and even though he remains unregistered he’s far too cautious to risk drawing too much attention to himself, which would be relatively impossible in any important job roles.
that being said, he’s as determined as ever to graduate with flying colours and make the most of his final year.
❛ 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠 , 𝑦𝑜𝑢 made it ! ❜ sirius hops of the ledge he’d been chatting with a small group on , perhaps waiting outside when he managed to confirm with others that no one had yet seen remus . he’s wobbling a little , a few too many drinks into the night — but he catches moony’s shoulder and nudges the bottle of firewhisky in his hands over . ❛ you missed it ! i got the gargoyle up on the second floor to move . well , i think it was moving . pete left me before he could confirm . no clue where he went . how are you ? ❜
a black family affair was most certainly not his cup of tea, and he’s sure that’s more than obvious the moment he arrives, but sirius has asked and, well, lately he hadn’t much luck saying no to him. “ well you finally sent me an owl. after all the nagging i did about it i had to come didn’t i ? ” a smile as he speaks. the times he’s seen sirius this summer have been few and far between, so there’s no way he’d ignore a direct invitation, especially with the chance his three best friends would all be in the same place. “ ah mate, pity ! you’ll just have to do it again for me. ” pausing to drink from the bottle he’s been handed, resisting the urge to pull a face at the contents taste. “ not bad. painfully sober, for the moment. what about you ? ”
“ what are you coming at me for ?! ” a hearty laugh as he watches her, arms raised in defence. “ i’m not stopping you, just waiting here in case i need to play lifeguard for any reason. ”
𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 to about the neck around the lupin’s woods before he finally stumps through a moment’s hesitation . he has no idea why he always pulls up short when it comes to making a fool of himself in front of remus — even at their worst , moony’s been nothing short of exasperated at worst . no , unresponsive was likely the worst sirius has ever seen him . at least , on the level of being able to handle it himself , selfish as it may be . but just like that he halts and stutters on the idea that he could be intruding , that he still hasn’t responded to any letters and instead sat down after the lock - in and said , hell with it — why don’t i just go see him ? and now here he is , wondering if maybe remus didn’t really mean it when he said to reach out and most certainly didn’t mean this . so obviously his next logical conclusion , having come all this way , is to transform and bark at his window . because that’s easier to dismiss than a ring at your doorbell , he supposes . so he does exactly that , hoping to merlin only then that hope or lyall aren’t roaming around the gardens .
it’s been a while since he’s seen his closest friends, at least as a group at the same time in the same place, and while he finds himself wishing they could meet up as a group, the four of them, it seems almost impossible to be able to achieve such a feet. and so, he’s found himself willing the rest of summer away, the occasional meeting with peter whenever their schedules allow, owls to james every so often whenever his owl had the time, and an evermore rare conversation with sirius whenever he’s able to get away, which is hardly ever. for now, he’s resorted on letting his friends come to him, too many missed letters and lack of responses and no excuses offered, at least from the latter thus far. so he’s waiting, occupying his time with his parents when either of them are home instead of working, and pre-preparing for the upcoming school year whenever he’s nothing better to do, which is succeeding at keeping him busy enough not to think about it. that is, until he hears a bark. making a quick excuse to leave the dinner table, selfishly, despite the likelihood being slim at home, he finds himself hoping it’s sirius outside, taking such drastic measures just to see him, even if it doesn’t actually make much sense. “ padfoot ? ” he questions, eyes landing on the animagus in question, recognising him instantly. “ hey. what - what are you doing here ? ”
after the recent death his mum had been weary of him and his sister roaming around the city which he understood, and he was a little nervous about it, but he supposed that if anything were to happen he would’ve gone down with a fight. he looks over at his best friend with a soft smile, thinking that it had been a weird summer. a bloody depressing summer, he had spent so much time at home reading books and going for walks and trying not to think about the inevitable of the future changing. “you should sleep over soon,” he suggests, “my mum has been wondering where you lot have been.” he kind of smiles loving that his mum loves them all so much. “i’ve actually been hanging out with lily the most out of everyone.”
“ that sounds like a brilliant idea mate. any time out of the house will probably do me some good. I love my parents to bits, but you know how it is. ” sometimes people just needed space. “ that’s sweet, your mum is missing us. but we can’t have that. ” he nods. “ yeah me too. it helps that lils has gotten herself a muggle job for the summer, it makes it easier to go and visit her. ” and on the odd occasion she’d stop by with no prior warning, but he’s always happy to see his friends outside of school, any opportunity to spend time with them is one he’d gladly take.
“yeah!” greta grinned at remus. she had always loved the books growing up, the movies were alright, though she did like seeing them with her sisters. “oh, yeah, i have. they are less slimy, well, depends on the type. i like toads too. sometimes i free the frogs in the potions labs.” she’d gotten detentions for that before too. “plus, i don’t know how they can limit us to those three animals for a familiar. it’s a familiar, we don’t choose it. james just happens to be mine.” she laughed. “hm, that’s a tough one. my sister’s favorite is dr. no, but i think i prefer goldfinger. do you have a favorite?”
remus had always been a fan of the james bond books growing up, with little else to do with his days but read and pick up the occasional new hobby, and he found the films to be quite enjoyable as well, at least the vast majority of them. “ i bet that gets you in quite a bit of trouble when you’re caught. ” he comments, having been quite the connoisseur of detentions and trouble himself, since the marauders first year at hogwarts. “ you’re right ! i’ve never thought of it like that before, for all we know somebody’s familiar might be a fish. ” he agrees. “ both of those are good choices, but i think i’d have to agree with you, personally. ”
“his name is james—you know like after james bond. you can pet him if you want,” greta said, holding up the small frog towrds the other person. “i know the rule is technically a cat, an owl, or a toad, but no one’s bothered me about it before.” she shrugged and smiled. “he’s a white’s tree frog.” greta kept the grin on her face as she gave james a small pet on the head. he let out a croak. “
“ james bond huh ? nice. ” remus nods his approval, before he’s reaching a hand out to pet the amphibian. “ surely you could argue the point that frogs are a lot less slimy than toads, less warts, too. though frogs are the more energetic ones, so there’s more risk of it getting loose. ” but then again, it’s only a frog, what harm could possibly be done ? “ so come on then. humour me, what’s your favourite bond movie ? ”
hogwarts had always been a safe place for him, for all of them really. peter didn’t necessarily have a lonely childhood, his mother had been a foster mum for many children so he didn’t have much alone time but his friends. it was different. being away from them hurt. by the time he saw remus he visibly relaxed, and then he sighed. “it’s been bloody boring mate.” he rolls his eyes at himself. “me and sybill have been staring at the walls trying to figure out what to do everyday. she’s been rather busy lately, dunno where.” he had ideas, but he was honestly a little afraid to inspect them. “what about you?”
“ tell me about it. ” he voices his agreement with the statement with a roll of his own eyes. he can’t pinpoint what’s so different about this summer over the others, but he’s found himself more anxious than before, not that he’s given himself the chance to really dwell on it to figure it out. “ it’s alright for some, innit. i’ve been at the ministry with my dad a couple days, but i tend to steer clear mostly ; not my scene. other than that i’ve been home mostly. seen lily a few times here and there too. ”
ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 conversation leaves him feeling weightless again is nearly overwhelming , and sirius finds himself unable to focus on much else the second remus really lets him bounce off that energy , feeding it without qualm . ❛ scandalous — i can’t believe he’s seeing progress , ❜ sirius grins , body officially untangling itself to kneel closer to the fireplace , as if he were coming closer to hear remus more clearly , like he were truly there . he’s somehow smiling even wider at the fact thrown his way , even if he knows it likely made him look silly . ❛ are they ? merlin , of course we don’t hand over any credit , do we ? ❜ and he tries to listen to the rest of it , but he’s never actually seen a radio up close and gets lost trying to remember which bit of it would be the dial , or if they all need to be shifted . he simply nods with a small frown and goes to ask remus to bring it over before realizing it’d be near - impossible to make out over the fireplace . ❛ you’ll have to show it to me , ❜ he says instead , shaking his head . he feigns a gasp after that . ❛ moony ! how could you ? i should’ve known better than to ever trust you and pete wouldn’t scheme without me , ❜ nevermind the fact that he literally just admitted to a hatred of the club . ❛ wouldn’t it be all the less suspicious for you to make adjustments outside being in it ? ❜ he prods on , almost pouting . he flips his hands around vaguely in the air . ❛ although i suppose if i can tolerate supporting james all these years i can extend that honour to you as well . ❜
remus’s favourite part of the summer is always the time that he gets to spend with his closest friends, however brief it may wind up being. it’s ironic, really, given how much time he actually spends with them during the school period at hogwarts, that the very same thing is what still serves to make him happiest when he’s away, but it makes sense at the heart of it all. this particular summer’s been a rather uneventful one, saved by lily’s occasional visits and the time he’s gotten to spend with wormtail here and there, which were always moments of bliss in an otherwise dull summer. “ course not. but we can’t have everything, and i suppose muggles have their own forms of magic here and there, like the radio. ” he shrugs, but it’s a sentiment he enjoys ; that those who don’t know of the existence of wix can still believe in magic, even if it comes through in other, more technical and realistic forms. “ yeah. i will mate. ” even if it’s looking less and less likely that they’ll even get a look in at sirius over the break, but he’d find a way regardless. “ i’ll smuggle it into hogwarts if i have to, annoy the whole common room that way “ which would likely put just about anybody else off of the idea, but not the marauders. “ well i’d send wormtail in, and that way he could act as scapegoat for the entire thing while i mastermind everything behind the scenes ! but thanks padfoot, i’m sure pete and his angelic voice will appreciate it. ”
❝ well it’s something nice to tell the little ones in any case . get them knowing things can be patched up if only they’d stop greetin’ ❞ that certainly was a question he posed , one liz wasn’t quite sure she’d ever find the answer to . ❝ still there’s more harm in not trying than in trying ❞
“ or maybe teaching children that they can just other people in hopes of making them feeling better isn’t the best life lesson. ” but that’s too bold a statement for an innocent comment, in retrospect, and so he shrugs his shoulders. “ it’s a nice sentiment, though ; mothers kissing paper cuts or scraped knees. not everyone gets that. you’re right, better to try and fail than hold back and never know, i suppose. ”
peter had been worried for remus with the full moon coming up, he had been trying to device a plan on how to be with him without sybill and their mother knowing but it wasn’t going to be easy. he had been pacing back and forth at hog’s head waiting for remus to join. he had missed his friends so much, he knew that summer was always the worst because of this part but it was even harder knowing there was a full moon on the way and he didn’t know if he could even be there with him.
more often than not, this past summer remus has found himself wishing for it to be over, if only for the desire to see his closest friends all in the same room again, and because hogwarts has always had a certain ease to it that the outside world didn’t share, and for remus it happens to be rather important. he’s effortlessly grateful for peter, whose letters and hang out offers have become a cornerstone. to catch him pacing the hogs head isn’t much of a surprise, and so his smile doesn’t dull as he claps his friend on the back in greeting. “ alright wormtail. good summer so far ? ”
" i know — it will . she’ll go on a rant , kick me outta the wedding and mum’ll finally lose her mind . merlin i hope it rains that day . rocks . . . and frogs . and pestilence . " she was being dramatic and petty and she knew it , which was why the redhead also knew it would hardly surprise remus when she threw herself onto his lap , hair sprawling over her face and being blown up with a huff — no one handled her ridiculous rants quite like remus did , and she couldn’t be more grateful for his presence . even , she had to admit , if the only advice he could possibly have for her was one she already knew . " she insisted my dress has to be green . remus , she wants to turn me into a bloody christmas tree ! next she’ll want me to wear twinkly lights and a fuckin’ star on my head . "
“ that sounds like a right nightmare. but i suppose getting kicked out of the wedding isn’t the worst outcome for you ; you could wind up having to sit through the entire thing, plastering a fake supportive sister smile so much that your cheeks’ll hurt by the end of it. if you’re lucky you might get to shove her face in the cake when no one’s looking. ” remus offerrs enthusiastically, baring no mind to the sudden movement, having half expected it anyway. he’s become used to the raving and ranting of his friends, lily especially, and he’s practiced enough now to just let the words flow, chiming in where he sees fit to offer what he can. “ green ? bloody hell. yeah, that’s not going to be a good look for you there lils, i’m sorry. ” he pulls a face, as if to showcase his disgust at the thought. “ is it at least a nice dress ? maybe you could take gifts and pass presents to the children ? ” he teases.
" and then , i shit you not , she told mum that she’s about to quit ‘cause it’s not appropriate for her to be married to an executive — which he isn’t , unless you consider him an executive arsehole . if she wants to quit , fine by me , but because of him ? " the grass was staining her jeans , she could feel the fabric damped by the second — nothing she wasn’t expecting from the midnight terrain : it didn’t bother her , and it certainly didn’t stop the avalanche of words she threw at remus , head shaking as she leaned back , let out a huff that even lily would consider dramatic . " mum and dad think it’s bollocks , but apparently no one’s allowed to say anythin’ . "
if there’s one thing that remus can always find himself taking joy in, it’s listening to his friends ramble and rant about whatever’s going on in their life that they feel is important enough to share with him, which is how he’s found himself laying on the wet grass in steadily dampening clothes, listening to lily. “ executive arsehole. good one. ” he quips, offering the redhead a smile. “ so she’s planning to quit just because of him ? that hardly seems fair. ” and sure, love’s a complicated thing that is said to drive people round the bend, but he can’t wrap his head around it. “ merlin lily, that all sounds like a nightmare. and it is bollocks. but, from what you’ve told me, saying anything to her is only going to make it worse. ”
❝ i don’t think kissing it better actually helps at all , but you’re free to test that out for yourself ❞
remus laughs at the suggestion, the boldness of it all, before he’s shaking his head. “ i’ve never believed in that myself anyway. the real question is how to fix the inside stuff ? can’t kiss those ones away. ”
❝ just focus on it instead a yer newts ? what’s a few grades next ta cold , hard , cash ? charge a bitty more and ye could probably get a place right outta school ❞ there was no reason for them to be so invested in an idea that was like to remain not much but idle chatter , but it proved to be a pleasant distraction … until it wasn’t . until she started thinking about how much worse turning to friends for help with their ails would be over going to pomfrey , fusser that she was . not everyone would have the discretion tristan had after finding her in the halls . would remus ? ❝ well good for me then ; if its strong it’ll help ye forget and forgetting sounds pretty good ta me the now ❞
“ you make an excellent point there mary. what’s a few outstanding's in my newts going to get me that a wad of good cash couldn’t just as easily ? ” remus poses it as a question, though he’s well aware of the answer already, almost nothing. “ a nice mansion of sorts i’m thinking. get a couple dogs. it’ll be party central, a room for everyone. ” he continues, despite being well aware that he’s merely posing unachievable ideas here, it’s fun for them to take their minds off of the inevitable, and instead focus on the positives of their futures, and he’s happy to do so. “ but what if i forget something really important ? ” he questions teasingly, an eyebrow quirked as he takes another drink despite his mock protests. “ anything in particular to forget ? i don’t mean to pry, just keeping the conversation going and all. ”
they shrug it all off ; it didn’t matter , not anymore , it felt almost like nothing ever did but deep down mary knew that not to be true …. at least a little . ❝ a’d say yer one worry would be keeping the whole deal mum but then a’d be forgetting who a was gabbing with . you and yours seem well practiced there ❞ just from the look of remus and his friends it seemed like they had more than their fair share of secrets floating about , not that mary was fussed about working them out — if their assumption was even correct . ❝ aye , to that ❞ like she’d had any of that these past two years . ❝ that’s because its good for you ❞
for the most part, he isn’t serious about a secret underground nursing business at hogwarts. he may be a quick and perceptive learner, but he doesn’t trust himself enough to put his medical knowledge to the test, but it’s an intriguing idea nonetheless. maybe he’ll pitch it to someone with more free time and skill one day. he supresses a laugh at the comment. “ trust me, keeping the whole thing hush hush won’t be the difficult part at all. the difficult part’ll be trying to find the time to keep it all running smoothly. ” he shrugs. “ good for you ? nah, something tells me that isn’t the case. but you keep on feeding me those lies and i may just keep on drinking anyway, for the health booth, of course. ” he winks.
