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Post by remus lupin on May 29, 2011 2:10:40 GMT -5
remus was up nice and early this morning. it was a good day, he could just sense it, and this wasn’t just his animal senses speaking up. remus wasn’t usually the type of guy to wake up purely positive, but he supposed it did happen every now and then. today happened to be one of those nows. he had woken up to go to the owlery. remus didn’t have an owl, or any domestic pet here at Hogwarts at all actually. but he had used one of the school owls this morning to send a letter home to his parents. fortunately for remus, his parents weren’t the type of “involved” parents to demand a letter home everyday, they were content with hearing from him every month. which was just how remus liked it. he never even knew what to write in those letters in the first place.
what could he really tell them about how his life was going? dear mum, the girl that I love doesn’t like me back because she thinks she’s too corrupted for my innocent soul when she really doesn’t realize I’m a blood thirsty werewolf every month. oh, speaking of which, did I ever tell you how my best friends became illegal animagus so they’d go out with me in my werewolf form? the lupin family had always been quiet and distant, to everyone – even each other. perhaps even especially to each other. they were a less is more type of family. stories and conversations always had an unwritten rule of “need-to-know” or they would be blocked out completely. remus didn’t like to worry them, and they didn’t like to be worried.
he’d popped into the great hall afterwards to munch on an omelette and grab some portable breakfast ( aka, a few muffins). the great hall was great this early in the morning. remus loved the feel of seeing a normally crowded place empty, and there were only a few early birds around today. it was pleasant and peaceful. finishing up his breakfast, he wandered back to the Gryffindor towers and back to the boy’s dormitory. originially, he had been planning on laying down with a book or something. it wasn’t like he could just go back to sleep after being up. but seeing peter fast asleep in the bed beside his, remus came up with a quick plan.
he threw the muffins onto a nearby bed so that he could have his hands empty. and now, being as careful and quiet as he could he crept over to his bedside table and took out his quill from the drawer. creeping over to peter’s bed, remus stood over top of his friend and proceeded to stick the feathery side of the quill to tickle peter’s nose. ”yooo whooo, mr. pettigrew” he said, morphing his voice into the most cheerily high pitched voice that he was capable of. ”gedderup peter! .....there’s a fire!!” he called out to his friend. "more importantly though, i'm bored"
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Post by peter pettigrew on May 29, 2011 8:40:26 GMT -5
It had been a long night for Peter. He'd had trouble sleeping and snuck down to the kitchens for a snack, only to be caught by Rita Skeeter, the school gossip queen. It was very late by the time he calmed down enough to pass out, and he'd been planning on sleeping in and maybe missing his morning class until he was so rudely woken.
"Wha...? Where's the fire?" he asked sleepily, sitting up and pushing Remus out of the way so he could see the whole dormitory. Peter looked at his friend, and then to the feather and groaned. "That's not funny, Remus! You know I still have nightmares about the time I almost burned down the tower."
Peter yawned and looked to his bedside clock. "Ugh, it's too early! You have no idea the night I had," he moaned, lying back down and covering his head with the blanket. "Go bug James or Sirius. Let me sleep 'til lunch."
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Post by remus lupin on May 30, 2011 23:31:26 GMT -5
Remus grinned over at Peter as his friend pushed him out of the way in search of a fire. Alright, he could admit that was sort of a low blow on Remus’ behalf when the guy was already scared of fire but he laughed regardless. Peter and the rest of them had done their fair share of tricks on him just the same! Perhaps they didn’t remember the time they threw Remus into the lake fully-clothed as a “sacrifice to the squid” but Remus did. ”Actually, I didn’t know that, I thought you just talked in your sleep a lot. but I do now Peter ol’ boy, I appreciate that you consider me such a worthy friend to share such personal information” he replied cheerily. His mood appeared to be the polar opposite of Peter’s though, who did not seem as pleased as Remus would have liked him to be at this wake up call. What was with today’s generation and their hatred of mornings anyway? Couldn’t anybody enjoy a pleasant day without yelling at their friend to wake up?
”great, tell me about it as you get up” he replied as he moved away from the bed and back to his own beside table. He rummaged through his drawers trying to find something else to stick into peter’s ear. a rubber duck? Not very helpful. He squeezed it a few times and threw it at Peter’s head. ”i want to share this beautiful morning with you Pettigrew so you better get your ass out of bed and take me to see the sunshine!” he shouted as he did.
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Post by peter pettigrew on Jun 1, 2011 15:38:52 GMT -5
"Alright, alright, I'm up! It's not like you can't go outside by yourself," Peter grumbled as he sat up and rubbed his head where the duck had hit it. He glared at his friend as he pulled back the blankets to reveal faded red pajamas with little golden lions. "I'll remember this the next time you want to sleep in on a Saturday."
Peter grabbed some clothes out of his trunk and scurried into the bathroom to change. "I couldn't sleep last night, what with all the noise in here," he called through the door. "Which reminds me, I have to get some earplugs the next time we go to Hogsmeade. Anyway, I went down to the kitchens for a snack, and you're not going to believe who caught me down there."
He came out of the bathroom in dark trousers and a wrinkled green t-shirt. "Rita Skeeter. Oh, I thought I was doomed, mate!" Peter tossed the pajamas into his trunk and sat down on the bed again. "Now I have a question for you. Why the hell do you have a rubber duck?" He held the toy up and threw it back to Remus.
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Post by remus lupin on Jun 8, 2011 22:42:04 GMT -5
”are you nuts?! I can’t go outside alone, there might be werewolves out there!” remus exclaimed with wide eyes, though his own grin was wider than the rest of his face. it had been such a relief when remus didn’t have to hide his secret from his best friends anymore. somehow, it had helped him get over the crappiness of that entire aspect of his life if you’d believe it. with the marauders, all serious things became much less serious. nowadays it had just become another joke. he laughed as peter finally got out of bed. ”and I’ll remember those pajamas next time I see effie wilde” he replied back, throwing peter a wink. remus grabbed the muffins again as he sat down on his own bed and pulled off the plastic wrapping. ”what noise are you talking about?” he asked, taking a bite.
”rita??” remus exclaimed, this time genuinely surprised as he continued to chew. ”well, she was sneaking out too wasn't she. what could she really do? threaten to write an article about how you enjoy butter-tarts at midnight?” and then in his most posh womanly accent, he exclaimed ”that would be quite the scandal wouldn’t it!” Remus, being neither athletic nor very quick with his reflexes (or at least, in human form) got the rubber duck straight to the head. luckily, he was fortunate enough to be in a very good mood that morning as well. the rubber duck squeaked as it fell off of his bed, and remus laughed, shrugging his shoulders at wormtail. ”what’s it to you! ... I like them in baths… ” he replied innocently. he hadn't actually taken a bath with the rubber duck since his first year, it had mostly just been catching dust in his drawer since. but rubber ducks were cool still right? in their uselessness, they served only the purpose of capturing the very mild amusement of a kid in a tub and in the case of the rubber duck, that was enough to keep your invention popular for decades.
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Post by peter pettigrew on Jun 22, 2011 11:31:26 GMT -5
Peter shook his head at Remus' attempt at humor, but couldn't help grinning himself. Despite being scared out of his mind for the better part of the last six years, he really did enjoy going on late night adventures with his friends. "Funny you should say that, because it sounded like there were four angry werewolves in here last night. Might've even been dragons, come to think of it. Seriously, have you ever thought of taking a potion to stop snoring? I'm going to suggest it to the others tonight." He watched Remus eating the muffins for a few seconds and realized how hungry he was. "Don't suppose you thought to bring me some breakfast, eh? Seeing as how you woke me so rudely and all, I think it would be only fair."
He sighed as he pulled on socks and shoes. "Rita could still get me in trouble. Doesn't matter that she was sneaking around too. One anonymous note to McGonagall and I'm in detention. Then mum'll find out and I won't be able to stay over Christmas holidays." Peter smiled as the duck hit the mark. Usually he had terrible aim. "Right. And does Kyndrick know about your toy? I'd be happy to tell her, if Ms Wilde ever finds out about the lions..."
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Post by remus lupin on Jun 24, 2011 23:32:21 GMT -5
remus laughed at his friend. ”really though peter, almost six years now and you’re not used to it by now.. ” he said with a shrug. remus wasn’t a very good sleeper. due to his frequent night trips every month, he had more or less become accustomed to sleeping the bare minimum on most nights. weekends were usually his best bets at sleep. but something rare had gotten a hold of remus last night, he’d slept much deeper and more peaceful than he usually had ever done. his sleep had not been broken and interrupted, but it had been a solid number of hours. of course, this could do a lot to explain his currently high spirits. he took another bite of his muffin, listening to peter’s rant. ”i do not snore!” he spoke up, his tone offended when remus realized that peter was including him in the man-dragon generalization.
”oh, yeah here forgot about that” he murmured, throwing the second muffin straight towards peter’s head (though with remus’ aim, there was a good chance the solid effort and determination at throwing the muffin at peter’s head had ended in a weak pat toward peter’s elbow). ”don’t worry about skeeter, i’m sure she had her own reasons to be in the kitchens anyway. plus, i don’t think that’s really how she rolls. i mean, maybe if she had seen you sneaking into the kitchens with a lady friend – unlikely considering your love life, but let’s say, i mean for the sake of having a theory, that there was a lady friend and you were making out in the dungeons, she’d be much more interested. but when it’s just you, one guy stuffing his face with pumpkin pasties, it’s probably not worth the trouble it’ll take to tell the professor.” remus said, using his hands expressively. he grinned at his own not so subtle jabs at peter’s love life. remus pondered peter’s next point. ”well, touché pettigrew.” he replied. ”but i mean, feel free to tell her if you must. at least i’ll know she likes me for my true self” he added, sticking his tongue out at peter.
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