More Than A Monster

Indie semi-selective RP blog for Remus Lupin, werewolf, Marauder, hero. This blog is anti-JKR and anti-TERF. Face claim: Thomas Brodie-Sangster. OOC tag: outofwolves. NSFW tag: not safe for wolfcubs. Mun is of age. Muse may be depending on time setting. (Default setting is First Wizarding War.) Please be advised this mun does not ship Wolfstar and my Remus does not have an addiction to chocolate.

[thewrongsorts]

marauderwolfof771x1​:

“Let me know when you’re ready,” he said lightly, turning to keep a lookout again. Practice runs were supposed to be easy, but even just a practice was a risk now, with Voldemort on the rise again. At least he’d been trusted to watch Alice’s back.

She scrubbed at her eyes and sighed before pinching the bridge of her nose. Hard to say whether the dizziness or the ache in her fingers was worse, honestly, but if the former would just fade, she’d at least be ready to work.

“Alright,” she squeezed out a few moments later. “Sorry about that. I’m— Let’s go.”

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“You’re fine, Alice.” Remus flashed her a smile and set off at a walk. He was so much taller than her that he had to actively shorten his stride, but they could go at an easy pace for both of them. “How’s things at home?” he asked after a bit, trying to ease the tension. “Still mother-henning you?”

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thewrongsorts​:

A tired half-smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, an acknowledgement. It was strange— when she’d first found out, her gut reaction had been trepidation, but to hear the way Neville talked about his teaching, to remember the sad, sweet young man she’d known during the first war… He was right, of course. She’d stand by him, too.

“I’ll— I’ll just need one minute.”

“Let me know when you’re ready,” he said lightly, turning to keep a lookout again. Practice runs were supposed to be easy, but even just a practice was a risk now, with Voldemort on the rise again. At least he’d been trusted to watch Alice’s back.

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thewrongsorts​:

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“I’ve got your back,” Remus replied, looking around to make sure trouble wouldn’t approach while she needed the rest. “Take all the time you need.”

“Thanks.” Alice flashed a wan smile before dropping her head into her hands, digging the heels of her hands into her eyes and sucking in a quiet breath. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

She’d really appreciate not needing this, but— Well. That way laid any number of unfulfillable wishes.

It was sad to see her this low, but honestly, anything better than that coma was a bonus. “You’d do the same for me,” he replied, running one hand through his grey-streaked hair. “Even knowing what I am now. If you can do that much for me, I can do one little thing for you.”

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thewrongsorts​:

open starter // mutuals only

“I’ll be alright.” She just needs a little fresh air. A chance to catch her breath, just until her head stops spinning. Alice rubs at the ache in her shoulder, sighing. “I just need a moment. That’s all.”

“I’ve got your back,” Remus replied, looking around to make sure trouble wouldn’t approach while she needed the rest. “Take all the time you need.”

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clumsyherbologist​:

@marauderwolfof771x1 | safe surrounded by nature

“Plants never expect anything, they’ll just be there, quietly growing. Or not so quietly, in the case of some plants, but they don’t expect much either.” Neville has never been more confident than he is when he’s talking about the one thing he knows well. Growing up was always better when he could sit with his hands in the dirt, taking care of the plants he got to keep under the guise of practicing for Herbology. 

It’s nice to sit with someone that understands that, even if Neville hadn’t expected it. 

“I always found it peaceful to sit somewhere without other people around,” Remus agreed. Even his best friends could sometimes expect more than he felt able to give... James and Sirius weren’t quiet people by nature, and Peter, even if he was quieter, tended to let his anxieties get the better of him and talk a lot and ask for advice.

He wasn’t sure if Neville was asking for quiet now, but he wasn’t feeling any pressure to fill up the silence.

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“ SOMEBODY CATCH MY TOAD! ”

Remus looked round and saw the toad making a bid for freedom a few feet away. Immediately he scooped it up, quite gently, and held it close while Neville came over.

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“ i wonder if there are people who can speak parseltongue but with like… bunnies. ”

“Nobody’s ever reported it if there are, at least to my knowledge.”

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“ do you think a dog animagi could have puppies? ”

Trying very hard to keep a straight face, Remus took a slow breath and let it out carefully. This had in fact been an extensively discussed topic of conversation back when he was about sixteen.

“That would probably depend on a lot of things,” he said cautiously. “I don’t think it’s entirely out of the realm of possibility, but it would have to be under very specific circumstances.”

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“I feel safe surrounded by nature.”

“It does feel good out here, doesn’t it?” Remus said lightly, letting the breeze wash over him. “There’s no pressure to be or do anything you don’t want. A lot of people find that helpful.”

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“Ah! A bee!”

Remus turned sharply at the yelp, but relaxed on seeing what the problem actually was. “Did it sting you?” he asked, coming over to check quickly.

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“I think I know the book you’re looking for.”

“You do?” Remus was mostly surprised that Neville was volunteering information like that, but he wasn’t going to make him feel bad for it. “Would you show me? I’ve been searching for quite a while, but anything to do with Herbology was never my area of expertise.”

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thewrongsorts​:

The grim smile that stole over her face in response to that was a cool reminder of her heritage— that veela were, ultimately, predators, with all of the bloody instincts which that implied.

“An admirable trait.” One she aspired to, herself. ( And one which she had been told, with varying degrees of respect or derision, she fulfilled. This, she supposed, would be the true test of it. )

“However few we may be… I am glad these are the people I will have to work with.”

“You and me both,” Remus said with a little smile. “We’ll be all right. Even if there are hard times ahead, we’ll meet them head-on. Perhaps it’ll be for the best if we can get into a few open fights if it lets us expose Voldemort.”

And it might help release a few pent-up tensions.

He glanced at her plate and moved to collect it. “Shall I clear these away?” he offered, not wanting her to feel obliged to clean up after him.

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thewrongsorts​:

Fleur hummed thoughtfully, resisting the urge to wince. It was far from the first unpleasant story of the War that she had been told, but the thought of it —of the violence spilling over after the end of the War itself; of the kind, vibrant man she had met going through that— was deeply unsettling. She nodded slowly and sighed, fingers playing absently with the handle of her fork.

This was what waited for them all on the horizon, too. Another war, another stream of atrocities and tragedies…

“Quelle horreur,” she murmured.

“And yet he works with us again now.”

“And yet he works with us again,” Remus agreed “Frank is what you might call stubbornly defiant. After that... attack, he came out of St Mungo’s saying he wouldn’t let anyone frighten him out of doing the right thing and setting an example for his son. And he stuck to that. Neville’s taken after him in that regard, I understand.”

He’d noted that same stubbornness in Neville, even overlaid by the painful lack of confidence, though from Harry’s reports the latter was fading and the former was shining through now the Lestranges were on the loose again. No doubt the years of visiting his mother in hospital would have motivated him.

“We do have a certain capacity for defiance in the Order,” he added with an uncharacteristically schoolboyish grin. “Frank went on record saying that they’d have to try a lot harder than that to stop him. So far nobody’s taken him up on it.”

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harrypotterhousequotes​:

GRYFFINDOR: “I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.” –Emilie Autumn (The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls)

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harrypotterhousequotes​:

HUFFLEPUFF: “The simple fact that you care, that you want to do your best, that you strive to enjoy life and love, this makes you so much more than enough.” –Brendon Burchard

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harrypotterhousequotes​:

RAVENCLAW: “Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.” –Neil Gaiman (M is for Magic)

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jardindememes​:

IN A LIBRARY STARTER PACK Send a scenario, or mend the prompts to your liking, for our muses to interact.

Interacting with the books.

📚  →  My muse/your muse carries a stack of books and it’s threatening to fall. 📜  →  Our muses discover a rather rare book, a tome perhaps. 📕  →  Our muses read a suggestive line from a book and get shy. 📙  →  Our muses argue over a book, accidentally breaking it in the process. 📒  →  Our muses reach out for the same book. 📗  →  My muse/your muse is immersed in a book and accidentally bumps into your muse/my muse. 📘  →  My muse/your muse gets emotional while reading. Your muse/my muse notices. 📓  →  My muse/your muse stumbles on a journal that happens to belong to your muse/my muse. 📖  →  My muse/your muse makes tents with the books. Your muse/my muse scolds. 🐛  →  Our muses read a childhood book together.

Discovering the library.

💻  →  Our muses interact online only to realize they are in the same library. 💢  →  Our muses conversation begins to annoy others. 🛋️  →  Our muses get comfortable in the lounge area. 🎒  →  Our muses are partners in an assignment and have to do their research. 🔖  →  Your muse/my muse convinces my muse/your muse to get a library card. 📔  →  My muse/your muse stalks your muse/my muse behind the shelves. 🕰️  →  Our muses chase each other around in the library and stumble on a shelf. 🖨️  →  The printer malfunctions and our muses try to quell the papers that shoot out of it. 📰  →   Your muse/my muse has trouble reaching out for a book. 💌  →  Our muses make-out behind books / in a lonely aisle.

Sharing a conversation.

“Be quiet or else they’ll hear us.” “May you read that book to me?.” “Let’s leave out of here screaming.” “I’d never thought we’d date in a library.” “Want to read childhood books together?” “I think I know the book you’re looking for.” “Spoiler; the main character dies in the end.” “I’ve been looking everywhere for that book!” “Remember this book? Man, we used to read this as kids!” “There are so many books to read, I don’t know where to begin!”