Post by Remus J. Lupin on Jun 13, 2005 12:48:29 GMT -5
The soft, shrill twitterings of the birds awoke the boy, who had been slumbering peacefully in the Birch tree by the Lake. He was quite high up, leant against the trunk, legs hanging from the branch. Arms remained folded across his chest, head leant back against the trunk. Curious amber eyes looked around slowly, as the pale Gryffindor stopped and listened to the bird-song for a while. It was quite relaxing out here, but some company wouldn't go unnoticed or unthanked. He was still recovering from the most recent full moon, in which the Wolf had been unusually angry. Why, he had no idea.
A soft sigh escaped Remus Lupin's lips, as he surveyed the empty grounds. He hadn't really been talking to his friends recently, and had made a point of avoiding most people - especially those who had been there on that leaflet incident. So what if a Slytherin fancied him? Remus didn't really care. But it would be nice to meet said Slytherin: talk things out and such. The lycanthrope wasn't going to ignore or be nasty to people just because they were the 'mortal enemies' of his house. Stupid, really, so he thought. But then, he thought about that sort of stuff different than other people.
He hadn't seen Anya for a while. Was she feeling guilty, perhaps? Remus wasn't mad at her. He had no reason to be mad. Sure, he had been mad for a while, but then it had faded away quite quickly, since he wasn't one to hold grudges over petty things like that. Well, it was petty to him, and he doubted it was petty to, say, that Slytherin girl or Anya. Pfft. He still wondered why Anya had done it, though. It hadn't been very fair to publically display someone's journal. Quite a mean thing to do, even if the girl is a Slytherin. He hummed softly, a slender hand reaching up, running through the wind-ruffled auburn locks, pulling a leaf out which had fallen on top of his head.
Remus had been thinking a lot recently, since he had nothing else to do. The Library was strangely packed with people for some reason. Perhaps a new range of books had come in? If so, Remus wanted to go down and check them out. But not right now. He was too relaxed and at ease to get off the tree and up to the slightly stuffy Library. Maybe, if luck was on his side today, someone that he knew would come out and talk to him. Even that Slytherin girl was a welcome 'interruption', since Remus didn't really want to go back to sleep now. He hadn't even inteded to go to sleep, he just had. Transformations really tire you out, I guess.
His right hand gently, gingerly, scratched at the brand new cuts on his cheek. No doubt they would heal and become a nice new set of scars. Lovely. As if he didn't have enough. And so the lycanthrope set about humming, amber wolfen eyes staring around from his high pertch, carefully looking out for any passer-bys who might want to have a chat.
A soft sigh escaped Remus Lupin's lips, as he surveyed the empty grounds. He hadn't really been talking to his friends recently, and had made a point of avoiding most people - especially those who had been there on that leaflet incident. So what if a Slytherin fancied him? Remus didn't really care. But it would be nice to meet said Slytherin: talk things out and such. The lycanthrope wasn't going to ignore or be nasty to people just because they were the 'mortal enemies' of his house. Stupid, really, so he thought. But then, he thought about that sort of stuff different than other people.
He hadn't seen Anya for a while. Was she feeling guilty, perhaps? Remus wasn't mad at her. He had no reason to be mad. Sure, he had been mad for a while, but then it had faded away quite quickly, since he wasn't one to hold grudges over petty things like that. Well, it was petty to him, and he doubted it was petty to, say, that Slytherin girl or Anya. Pfft. He still wondered why Anya had done it, though. It hadn't been very fair to publically display someone's journal. Quite a mean thing to do, even if the girl is a Slytherin. He hummed softly, a slender hand reaching up, running through the wind-ruffled auburn locks, pulling a leaf out which had fallen on top of his head.
Remus had been thinking a lot recently, since he had nothing else to do. The Library was strangely packed with people for some reason. Perhaps a new range of books had come in? If so, Remus wanted to go down and check them out. But not right now. He was too relaxed and at ease to get off the tree and up to the slightly stuffy Library. Maybe, if luck was on his side today, someone that he knew would come out and talk to him. Even that Slytherin girl was a welcome 'interruption', since Remus didn't really want to go back to sleep now. He hadn't even inteded to go to sleep, he just had. Transformations really tire you out, I guess.
His right hand gently, gingerly, scratched at the brand new cuts on his cheek. No doubt they would heal and become a nice new set of scars. Lovely. As if he didn't have enough. And so the lycanthrope set about humming, amber wolfen eyes staring around from his high pertch, carefully looking out for any passer-bys who might want to have a chat.
