did you hear that [ REMUS LUPIN ] will be attending the Black Ball during the coming weekend? They recently arrived in London for the social season and we will be excited to see if they make a splash this year. I heard that they are currently working as an [ MUGGLE LIBRARIAN ] and that they have been quite successful. They always reminded me of [ oversized sweaters, sarcastic quips, lukewarm cups of tea, strolls through the woods, the scent after a rainstorm, crumpled up newspapers, stacks of unfinished books, they say you aren’t a monster but that doesn’t change the turmoil inside ] and I heard that they can be [ DROLL + EMPATHETIC ] but also [ INSECURE + CAUTIOUS ]. Rumor has it that they are [ WORKING AGAINST ] Tom Riddle, but you know that you can’t believe everything you hear. As far as I know, they are a model member of pureblood society.
NAME: Remus John Lupin
NICKNAMES: Moony, Remy
FACECLAIM: Rafael Silva
GENDER/PRONOUNS/SEXUALITY: Cis-Male, He/Him, panromantic, demisexual
AGE & BIRTHDATE: 25, March 10
BIRTH PLACE: Edinburgh, Scotland
FLUENT IN: English, Scottish Gaelic, British sign language
CURRENTLY LIVING IN: A flat shared with Sirius
POSITIVE TRAITS: droll, careful, intelligent, level headed, empathetic
NEGATIVE TRAITS: insecure, anxious, pessimistic, reserved, prone to self-handicapping
~ appearance ~
HAIR: Brunette, short
HEIGHT: 6′2″
BUILD: Athletic
TATTOOS: Moon on his right wrist that changes to match the cycle of the real one
SCARS: Covered in them from clawing at himself when transitioned. The majority of them are along his back and rib cage, with a few along his face and neck.
ANY OTHER IDENTIFYING MARK(S): N/A
NOTABLE ACCESSORIES: It is rare for Remus to not have a book on him.
~ interests ~
FAVORITE FOOD: Bread and butter with sugar sprinkled over it
FAVORITE MUSIC: Appreciates The Who and David Bowie
FAVORITE COLOR: Mauve
CLOTHING STYLE / PREFERENCES: Oversized sweaters are his favorite. Prone to “borrowing” Sirius’ shirts and jackets.
HOBBIES: Reading, writing, photography, learning to play guitar
ROLE MODEL: Hope Lupin is easily the strongest person he can think of.
LIKES: Visiting muggle record stores, hiking, hanging out with friends
DISLIKES: Large crowds, public speaking, people that are vocally prejudiced, the current opinion of werewolves
~ headcanons in no particular order ~
A select few know about Remus’ affliction. His biggest fear goes out to being properly shunned by everyone because of it.
Remus is not a fan of astronomy. He maintained high enough marks to pass but did not put full effort into the subject while in school.
Remus severely lacks self-confidence. Although he tries to hide that fact, it can occasionally come out. He is prone to second-guessing himself and afraid of saying things that may lead to his acquaintances deciding he isn’t worth their time.
Transformations have created an arthritic-like effect on Remus’ joints. Flare-ups before and after the week of the full moon can sometimes leave him bedbound or relying on pain potions to be able to function.
Remus has kept to keeping muggle jobs, fearing that the wixen world will ask too many questions if he manages to keep a job in the community. Money is tight and he is too proud to ask for help, keeping track of who and what he owes.
Location: A muggle bookshop
Time: Post ball
Status: Closed to @queerwolflupin
Peter is browsing the shelves with intent, determined to find exactly the right book to buy for Remus. This is a tradition of his when he feels stressed out, finding Remus Lupin, the man who is likely his steadiest guiding light in life, and making him allow Peter to do hopelessly soppy things like buy him books and lunch. He is triumphant after a moment of searching the shelves in front of him, and grins a wide grin when he plucks the paperback from the wood it rests on, thrusting it in Remus’s direction.
“You’re gonna love this one, Rem. Swear it. Cross my heart and hope to die. It’s by this absolute madman, okay? Named Pratchett. It’s this whack ass magical world where we’re balanced on the back of a turtle. You gotta read it. Swear you will, right? And then make Sirius read it after you. Cause like, he won’t take my reccomendations anymore for some reason. Prick.”
“Promise,” He nodded in agreement. “Once I finish up the one work’s book club is supposed to go over this week.” Remus was perfectly capable of reading multiple books at a time but the one for work - which he had willingly agreed to participate in - had come with the challenge of a time limit and his seeing little reason to skim through the text until the last minute.
“Can’t guarantee I can make Sirius do the same,” Remus chuckled. “Although I could resort to offering to read it out loud if it’ll get him to pay attention.” That or request that Sirius do the reading, but he wasn’t about to theorize over that when he had only just gotten around to reading the back cover of the book.
A wince escaped the moment Remus settled at the bar, leaving him shifting uncomfortably until he found a position that best suited the aches along his spine. He had made it through the workday with a forced smile so another hour longer shouldn’t have felt so challenging. He likely would have been better off skipping the detour altogether but he hadn’t been able to shake the craving for fried food all day.
“Fries and whatever they’re drinking,” He murmured when the bartender approached, offering a sheepish expression at the person seated beside him. “Too long of a day for decision making past that.”
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Remus & @heartofandromeda
Black Books - a few days after the ball
Hazel eyes scanned over books, searching for anything that would properly hold his attention. Reading Muggle and Wixen tomes alike meant a large amount of materials to work through but his interest in reading had been waning as of recent. He had been about to give up on the shelf he was closely examining when he narrowly avoided walking into Andromeda. An apologetic half-smile was all he could muster but the words for the apology were glued to the tip of his tongue, not wanting to come out.
“Sorry,” The word came out softer than he could appreciate. “You wouldn’t er, happen to have anything that’s an engaging enough read to make it through in full? Work’s only got poorly written romance novels as the ones they’re willing to part with.”
Remus & @soundofssilencebash
Muggle library, next street over from Diagon Alley // A few days after the ball
The bell to the children’s room door rang overhead, practically summoning Remus from where he was shelving books that had been returned. He maintained a small smile and had been about to stick to smalltalk when he looked up from the desk he now stood behind. Any sense of seeming overly professional was lost to a warm smile and his offering a small wave before switching over to signing.
‘Lost?’ He signed and offered a wolfish grin that shrunk to an almost frown when he continued. ‘30 minutes until I’m done for the day. Sirius may have mixed my hours up.’ Of course, Sirius may not have been to blame for faulty information but he was the first of the handful of people that knew his schedule to come to mind. ‘How can I help you?’ was added upon realizing he was supposed to be keeping up the act of friendly librarian.
Remus & @jcmesxpotters
Diagon Alley - fruit & vegetable stalls, a few days after the ball
The midday sun shown overhead, leaving Remus squinting at the display of vegetables in front of him. Produce shopping hadn’t been on the initial plan for the day. It was a spur of the moment decision marked by his struggling to remain still at home. There were too many thoughts and too many worries now that the most recent assignments had been given out. News about his lycanthropy wasn’t fully out with the society but there had been no stopping how high his eyebrows went up upon realizing they were serious about wanting to face Fenrir.
“He’s going to kill me,” Remus muttered and picked up a tomato, weighing it in his hand. “Sirius that is.” He added and turned toward James then dropped the vegetable into his basket, relieved to have someone join him for what otherwise would have been a boring day spent running errands. “Not that I would have let anyone else go into something they know little about but I - I’m still not certain I like acknowledging I can count as ammunition.”
Remus & @ghostedstar
Their flat, morning after the ball
Mornings were tough - more specifically, the ones that didn’t require needing to get out of bed to deal with adult responsibilities. Those moments had grown less frequent now that the world outside their bedroom had taken a more serious turn and Remus was all too happy to revel in them. Unsurprisingly, he had awoken shortly after the sun rose. Try as he may, he could never seem to sleep in past nine - a trait that had been fostered by his upbringing.
He kept his eyes closed for several minutes. The only hint toward being awake was his shifting closer to Sirius, practically enveloping the shorter male in an attempt at keeping warm. Their comforter was more than enough but Sirius always seemed to radiate heat. He could hardly be to blame for preferring having Sirius beside him over the sheet.
“Can we just stay here for the day?” The question escaped mere seconds after feeling Sirius stir against him. “Last night’s festivities came with enough excitement to last me until the full moon.”
Remus & Open
Grimmauld Place - Hallway outside the ballroom
There was truly one reason why Remus showed his face and managed to maintain a cheery disposition at the ball. Okay, technically three reasons if free booze and food was included on the list. It had come down to Sirius being overly convincing and not minding the idea of seeing and learning a little more about where he was raised. While it was a particularly lackluster event as a whole, there was no denying the space was larger than anticipated.
The fingers of his right hand absentmindedly tugged at the bowtie around his neck, shifting it so it was straight once more. He wasn’t usually one for caring about his appearance but nerves had come to play this time around, leaving him overthinking almost every little thing he did.
Remus remained lost in thought, attention shifting when someone neared him. There was no masking the startled expression so he took a steadying breath and slowly exhaled through his nose. “Sorry,” He murmured. “I missed it if you said something. Too much background noise.”
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