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remus always felt like he was physically on fire. whether that be from his emotions or if it was from his bones literally breaking. remus always wondered what it felt like to not feel this sort of impending doom looming over his head. he didnât even know why he was sat here like this, eyes drifting over the same few sentences in his DADA textbook.
      â  lycanthropy: the supernatural transformation of a person into a wolf. these beasts transform at the peak of every full moon and are a threat to all beings that cross itâs path. there is no known cure for lycanthropy. â
he hated that technically this book was correct, he never really knew why heâd never snapped. truthfully he often got tired of the sigmas against his kind but it wasnât as if he actually associated with the idea that he was. fingers traced the diagram laid out on the pageâ detailing how the transformation takes place. they wrote about it in a taboo way, a real bullshit excuse in teaching students how this actually worked. though, he didnât really imagine that there were any nice werewolves out there⌠often times he didnât think he was entirely nice. most of the time he felt like he was breaking the foundation of his life. one push and he would tumble hopelessly in the pit of his own pity.Â
sighing rather softly he closed the textbook with a soft little slam, not actually caring that he was in the library. what were they going to do? give a prefect detention for slamming a book and getting upset about the idea of werewolves? nah, they liked remus too much. so he just sat there for a moment, hoping that no one would notice him sulking. sitting with his hands over his eyes. he needed someone to talk to him, but heâd never seek them out. // @petrificusstarterâ
hestia had been combing through the library aisles, running her fingertip along so many worn spines had even given a soft color to her skin. dust, magic and ink. a pile of books floated behind her as she turned pages and searched for what she wanted. another book to the pile. she was brushing up on next weeks lessons, a common thing she did to stay ahead. to not get too stressed between classes, quidditch, and having an active social life. her small frame and soft steps left her much undetected on a normal day, let alone one where she is drowning herself in books.Â
the delicate sound of whooshing pages, her turning the corner and bumping into something solid. something that was sighing. she looked up and grinned when she realized it was remus, only for her smile to falter as she took in his state. reading his body language like one of her books, she slid easily into the spot beside him. floating books coming to lay beside her. âhey you,â she started carefully, ânot that iâm against sleepovers in the library, is this really the comfiest place for a nap?â she was teasing, trying to lighten his mood. not wanting to stare at him like she was worried, she looked to her paint stained hands. noticing just now that she hadnât completely washed it all off from her works earlier.Â
âwhy are you sitting here alone like this? you know you can always ask me. even if we are just sitting here in silence.â