thoughts as strong as wolfsbane || 07 / 02 / 77
( Deep in thought the young man moved his hands upwards, his fingers slipping through the back of his hair as his mind trailed elsewhere. It was clear that the person opposite of him was speaking to him, however what was not clear was Remus’ situation on this. Ever since Greyback attack on the centaurs Lupin had been a little out of himself - a little on edge. It was uncommon for Remus to trail of as such, to let his light hues graze to the ground instead of the person talking to him, he found himself stumbling all over the place and nodding his head a little too much, but whenever the brunette was asked what was being talked about he would look up and his lips slightly apart, eyes dilated and enlarged ever so slightly as a pardoning look crossed his features. )
Whenever Charity spoke, her hands wold fly in the air and her voice would raise in the excitement. It was difficult to ignore her -- or so she thought. Most of the time, she would never notice how easy it was for someone to block her out. Those around her had the defined skill she lacked when it came to appearing they were interested when they were not.
But from time to time, she could notice when somebody drifted. When she finally lowered her voice as she continued to speak to Remus, she tilted her head when she saw him look to nod at her.
And finally, she had to say something.
"Remus, are you alright? You seem -- really out of it."











