#it's like remus lupin but subtler

[bipirate]

i’m so tempted to give Lowell a last name that allows to me to go Werewolf McWerewolf on him

[the-dream-team]

Happy 420! Enjoy a fluffy little 6th year jily fic featuring plenty of ouid and pining :) tw: recreational drug use

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“I have a feeling the properties of that water might reinforce the Deception Elixer I’m working on with Slughorn, so the next time we go to the Mirror Pond, remind me to bring a jar, Mary.”

James’ head snapped around so fast, he nearly gave himself whiplash. Maybe he should have been subtler about listening in on Lily’s conversation across the Common Room, but old habits die hard and he was too caught off guard by what she said to stop himself.

“The Mirror Pond?” he practically shouted, grabbing Lily’s attention and earning him a confused raised brow. “The one in the Forbidden Forest? With a surface so reflective it could be mistaken for solid glass?”

“That’s the one, Potter,” she replied casually, exchanging glances with Mary and Dorcas. “Glad to know your hearing hasn’t been affected by sixteen straight years of Mummy shouting her praises at you.”

A year ago that quip would have bothered him, but something affectionate glimmered behind her eyes and sent a flurry of hope through his ribcage. Of all the ways he’d felt towards Lily, hopeful had never been one of them… until recently.

“It’s been seventeen straight years now, Evans,” he pointed out with a grin. “I know you, of all people, haven’t forgotten my birthday party last month.”

Even from across the room, he could see a pink tinge spreading across her cheeks. His heart soared, remembering a few weeks back when Lily had- with the encouragement of an emptied bottle of Firewhiskey- given an impassioned speech about James’ ‘surprisingly lovely qualities’ and how lucky she was to be his friend. It was the first time, to his delight, that the “F” word had been used, despite months of suspecting they were close to reaching that point. The speech concluded with a sloppy hug (that James cherished every second of) and her promptly falling asleep on the nearest armchair.

It was a birthday he wouldn’t soon forget, and neither would Lily, judging from the blush continuously growing on her face.

“For real, though, Evans,” he continued, “how do you know about the Mirror Pond? I’d think a Prefect such as yourself would know the Forest is off-limits.”

“Then how do you know about the pond, Potter?” she asked with a smirk.

He glanced back at his friends, who sat around the fireplace amused, listening to the conversation. Remus arched a brow, curious to see how James would explain away their monthly trips exploring every corner of the forest, and Sirius just laughed. At least Pete had the good sense to pretend to be reading, despite holding his Divination textbook upside down.

“Doesn’t matter,” James waved, dismissively. “I’m just surprised you girls spend your free time in the forest. There are dark creatures in there, y’know.”

“Are you scared of the Flobberworms, Potter?” laughed Lily.

“The Forest is beautiful,” chimed in Mary as she left her seat by the windows to join the boys around the fire. “That’s why it’s the best place to go after raiding the Greenhouses.” She plucked a sugar quill from Sirius’ hands before settling in on an armchair, a sly grin curling at the corner of her mouth. Lily rolled her eyes, but she too had a suspicious smile playing on her lips.

James glanced around his mates, wondering which one would take the bait.

It was Peter.

“What do you raid from the Greenhouses?”

“Keep your voice down, Pettigrew,” said Dorcas in a hushed tone, swiftly moving to join Mary on the chair. Lily reluctantly followed her friends and James’ heart leaped when she chose to sit next to him on the sofa.

“We get the best stuff from Sprout’s private collection,” Mary sighed. She seemed to be speaking vaguely on purpose.

“The best stuff for what?” asked Peter, unknowingly taking one for the team yet again. Sirius leaned back in his seat with an air of nonchalance, but James could tell his curiosity was getting the better of him by the sudden tapping of his foot.

“For smoking, you posh knobs,” said Dorcas.

“Oh!” barked Sirius, relief washing over his face. “I smoke all the time. I’ve even got a pack on me now-”

“Not cigarettes, Black,” Lily cut in. “We smoke grass.”

Sirius looked dumbfounded, not bothering to hide his confusion anymore, and James reckoned he looked the same. Suddenly, Remus burst out laughing and James nearly fell out of his seat.

“Oh, like Muggle grass?”

“Exactly, Lupin,” said Mary, turning back to the girls. “See, I knew there was a reason we liked him best.”

Sirius whipped around to look at Remus as though he’d just transformed into the Giant Squid. Remus hit him with a pillow.

Peter knit his brows together and let out a huff. “Why would you smoke grass?”

“Bloody hell,” groaned Dorcas, “not the grass that you walk on, Pettigrew. It’s Marijuana. We’re smoking drugs.”

“Like medicine?” asked Sirius, picking his jaw off the floor from Remus’ betrayal.

“Well, technically it is medicinal when you use it in potions, but when you smoke it, it’s a bit more… fun,” Lily chuckled and James turned to look at her. The amusement lit up her eyes in a way that made him say stupid things.

“Oh yeah,” he said with mock confidence, a hand raking through his hair, “we’ve actually been meaning to try that stuff for ages now.” He shrugged, hoping the girls couldn’t peer into his brain and see that he’d never even so much as sniffed one of Sirius’ cigarettes before.

“I’m sure you have,” said Lily, patting his shoulder. Her touch- intoxicatingly warm- acted like a reward for his idiotic behaviour.

“Well, do you have any on you?” he asked, holding her gaze. He let his smile go lopsided and watched her expression turn from amused to mischievous.

She glanced at Mary and Dorcas. “Alright. We’ll meet you in your room in ten minutes.”

And with that, the girls stood up and left the Common Room, leaving the Marauders gaping at each other in their wake. In a flash, the boys jumped to their feet and raced up the staircase to their dormitory.

“Moony, you’ve got to tell us everything you know,” said Sirius, pacing back and forth, a cigarette twirling around his fingertips.

Remus flopped onto his bed. “I don’t know much! I only did it once last Summer with the boys down the street.”

“Bloody help you are,” moaned Sirius.

“But why are we taking medicine when we aren’t sick?” asked Peter.

“You heard Evans,” James jumped in as he quickly made his bed and shoved dirty laundry into a drawer, “when you smoke it, it’s fun. Right, Moony?”

“I guess, but when I did it I just got lightheaded.”

“Oh, Merlin, we’re going to look like fools.”

“We already look like fools, Padfoot. Stop pacing and lean up against the bedpost or something. Act casual.”

“You’re one to talk, Prongs, you’re running around like a house-elf with its head chopped off!”

“Don’t tease him, Sirius, this might be the only time he’ll ever manage to get Lily in his room.”

“That’s a low blow coming from you, Moony.”

“Sorry, mate, you know I’m rooting for you.”

A knock on the door scared the four boys stiff. They stood frozen, staring at each other with wide eyes until a second knock brought them back to their senses.

“Act casual,” mouthed James as a reinforcement before leaping over his four-poster to let the girls in. “Evans, Meadowes, Macdonald,” he greeted. “Long time, no see.”

Dorcas rolled her eyes and brushed past him with Mary into the room, but Lily hung back.

“You excited, Potter?” she asked. “I know you’ve been looking forward to this for ages.”

He stilled, his breath caught in his throat before realizing she was talking about smoking. “Oh, ‘course,” he sputtered. “So excited. Well, not too excited. The normal amount.”

The flurries in his chest from earlier, now mixed with a healthy dose of nerves, picked up speed as Lily laughed and made her way into the room, sitting down on- of all places- James’ bed.

He short-circuited. Lily Evans was sitting on his bed.

Remus perked up on his own four-poster, trying to subtly catch James’ attention, but having a hard time keeping his eyes from bulging out of his head. Sirius didn’t bother hiding his own bewildered grin, going so far as to point at her animatedly as though James couldn’t see what had happened with his own bloody eyes.

Peter didn’t even bother to hold back. “That’s James’ bed.”

“Okay,” said Lily, unphased, “are you giving me a tour, Pete?”

“No, I just-”

“So, we should get started, right?” James cut in, his voice an octave higher than it should’ve been.

“Sounds good to me,” said Dorcas, settling down on Remus’ bed across from Lily.

So, they were going to be sitting on beds. That was no big deal. No big deal at all. James gathered up every last ounce of casual that he possessed to walk over to his four-poster and sit down next to Lily. He prayed that she couldn’t hear his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. Lily seemed completely unbothered to be next to him on his bed, however, and nearly caused him a brain aneurysm when she scooted closer in order to let Mary slip in on her other side.

“So,” said Remus, providing a very welcomed distraction from the thousands of thoughts rushing through James’ brain, “is it about the same as Muggle grass?”

“Practically,” said Dorcas, pulling out a small jar and another ceramic object that looked vaguely like his father’s tobacco pipe. “It’s just a bit stronger.”

“Much stronger,” added Mary, beaming.

“It’s quite strong,” Dorcas agreed, laughing as she packed the pipe with a green substance that smelled impossibly fragrant. “Lily, do you have the lighter?”

Lily reached into her robe’s pocket, leaning against James for a split second as she did so ( Merlin have mercy ), and handed over a well-loved Muggle lighter.

“Technically we could use our wands,” said Dorcas, producing a flame from the plastic and lighting up the green substance. She breathed in through the pipe, waited a moment, then exhaled. “But, when in Rome…”

She passed the pipe to Mary, who repeated the process and moved it on to Lily. James had been so caught up by Lily’s leg bumping up against his own, that he barely noticed how quiet his friends were as the girls blew smoke around their dorm. When he looked up, he noticed Sirius intently staring from Mary to Lily, trying to pick up any tips on how smoking this “grass” worked. As Lily placed the pipe in James’ hand, he wondered if he should have done the same.

“Er, okay,” he said, staring at the pipe. He brought the ceramic piece up to his mouth, like Lily had done before ( Holy Merlin, she just had her lips exactly where his were now ), and hit the little plastic button on the lighter. Nothing happened. He flicked the button multiple times, but the flame wouldn’t come.

“Oh, of course, you’ve never used a Muggle lighter!” Lily grabbed the plastic from his hand and switched the flame into life before his eyes. “Keep it to your mouth, I’ll light it for you.”

She did just that, leaning over to reach the pipe, her fingers so close to his face, she accidentally brushed the tip of his nose, sending his stomach swooshing. And just when he thought he couldn’t get luckier, she put her hand over his to demonstrate how to hold the pipe properly and cover the little hole that let air in. She was warm and soft and smelled so nice that he instinctively breathed in deeply, forgetting all the smoke piling in his throat.

The coughing came in sputters, then gasps. He’d never coughed so much in his life.

Thankfully the sounds of him hacking covered the fits of giggles from the girls and once his own coughs subsided, Peter had managed to pick up where he’d left off. Remus was able to hold his own okay, but Sirius nearly fell off the bed after doubling over from choking so badly.

The pipe traveled around the circle of sixth years, their coughs became less frequent, and the rigidity that plagued the beginning of the night burned away with the funny smelling plant. James barely noticed anymore how he had let his leg relax against Lily’s. Barely.

He looked up to Sirius and pointed to his leg as if to say “Can you believe this is happening right now?” Sirius’ eyes didn’t follow where he signaled, but he nodded all the same, a glaze covering his pupils.

Remus was sprawled out on his back, staring at the ceiling, and occasionally asking questions.

“Is the Giant Squid lonely or just alone? Is there a difference? Are bones the only thing preventing our muscles from acting like tongues?”

Peter just stared, unblinking, towards the door, then back down to his stomach, and back to the door. He interrupted Mary, Dorcas, and Lily attempting a three-part harmony (badly) to say, “I feel like I could chew for a hundred kilometers.”

“Snacks?” squealed Mary, hopping off the bed.

“Snacks!” responded Lily. She grabbed James’ arm, dragging him to his feet. He thought about how he would let her drag him off a cliff if she wanted to. Maybe he should tell her.

He followed Lily down the staircase, through the Common Room, and into the corridors, all the while thinking of the cliffs she might lead him to in the near future.

“Should we watch out for Peeves?” squealed Pete from behind, but James just laughed.

“No worries, Wormy, we’re under the cloak. He won’t see us.”

“Prongs,” said Sirius, laying a hand on his shoulder, “I hate to break it to you, mate, but we aren’t using the cloak.”

James looked around as if seeing his surroundings for the first time. “Blimey!” he laughed. “Would you look at that!”

“Potter,” whispered Lily rather loudly between fits of giggles, “ you can’t shout, we’ll be late to the kitchens! ”

How stupid of him to forget! But when Lily held up a finger and pressed it to his lips while she shushed him, he thought he ought to forget everything he’s ever known if it meant getting her skin directly on his mouth. Maybe he should tell her.

“Do the paintings move when we can’t see them?” came Remus’ lofty voice from several meters ahead of them.

“That’s an excellent question,” Lily said, still whispering. The way she beamed up at James made his whole head spin. “ Personally, I’d like to find out how the paintings work. ”

“I actually know the answer to that one,” James said, his cheeks painful from smiling so wide. Lily looked up at him with eager eyes. “It’s magic.”

“James Potter you twat!” she gasped, punching his arm and running ahead to stand next to Remus at the top of the moving staircase. He watched her link arms with Moony and follow his gaze up to a massive portrait.

“I know exactly how you feel, mate,” said Sirius, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

“Do you, Pads?”

“Happy.”

“Yeah, actually.”

Sirius gave him a long, hard look. “That prank is going to work out so well.”

James paused. “What prank?”

“The one I just thought of. It’s gonna be really good, I’ll tell you about it when we get back to the room. Don’t let me forget.” And with that, Sirius wandered over to join the rest of the group in front of the large portrait.

What was so great about that painting that it warranted all his friends drooling over it?

As he moved closer, it became quite clear that this was actually the most beautiful piece of art that had ever been made. Tall grass danced in a draftless wind, carrying brushstrokes of flower petals over taught canvas. Colors moved together like schools of fish flowing separately, but together, creating life out of something as still as darkness.

“It looks like you, Prongs,” said Remus softly and James wondered if he too could see the energy vibrating off the paint. But then he looked a little harder and saw the majestic stag staring back from the other side of the frame.

“James looks like a deer?” asked Lily, still whispering.

“It’s his soul,” said Sirius. There were no further questions.

Peter whined about his stomach growling and the others mumbled in agreement, moving on from the portrait on the top of the stairs.

But not James. He stayed, glued to the floor, marveling at the way a single hand could create an entire world on a blank page, drawn in by the stag and how watching him reminded James of looking in a mirror and meeting a new friend all at once.

“Your soul looks nice,” said a voice off to the side. Lily had stayed. James had hoped she would stay, but he had been too scared to look. But she was still there and moving closer as a smile stretched across his lips.

“Thanks,” he said. He looked down to meet her eyes, so clear and bright he could make out the reflection of antlers deep within her irises. “I see your soul there, too.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” he continued. “Your eyes are brushed into the leaves and the sunlight is stroked with your hair. You’re in the wind because you’re here and you’re on your way at the same time.”

“You’re funny, James Potter.”

It was the most poetic thing he’d ever heard.

He opened his mouth to respond, but a flash of mocha brown caught the corner of his eye. He turned to see a beautiful, graceful doe stepping into the frame, joining the stag.

“There I am,” said Lily and her words sounded like music.

James could have floated away in that moment. She was so beautiful and he was high as a cloud, wondering how he’d ever be able to contain these emotions once he was back on the ground. He looked at the painting like a crystal ball and wondered if his future could be immediately ahead of him. He had to find out. Did Lily want to learn, too?

He reached down and grabbed her hand, thrilled that she didn't let go, and realized what he had to do. How he could show her all their possibilities.

James took a deep breath, gripped Lily’s hand, and lunged forward, pulling her with him directly into the wall. He rammed headfirst into the canvas and bounced backwards onto the floor with Lily toppling after him.

“What just happened?” asked Lily, wheezing from the floor beside him.

He turned his head to catch her eye. “I thought I could take us into the painting.”

After a beat, Lily burst into laughter and James followed close behind. Giggles crashed over them like waves he wouldn’t mind drowning in.

“I think we need some snacks,” said Lily, standing up and pulling James with her. She didn’t let go of his hand once they made it to their feet. He felt her warmth rush up his arm, igniting his nerve endings with happiness and excitement and hope. A hope that he knew he could live in for the rest of his life as long as she was on the other end of it.

Maybe he should tell her.

[harmonyandco]

Hermione Granger has had a horrible time of it at Hogwarts. Not that she’d rather go back to her emotionally neglectful parents, but ever since she was Sorted by that wretched old Hat, she’s been tormented by those jealous of her sheer intelligence and work ethic, just like she was before, especially the Purebloods who lord it over the school. Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley have been the absolute worst: one the favorite student of sadistic Potions Master Severus Snape even though he can barely stop gloating long enough to use any of the curses he’s been taught, the other the star Wizard’s Chess player and would-be Quidditch Captain even though he has very little real flying skill or power, both now Prefects despite their utter lack of suitability for the roles and eager to become Head Boy, almost as eager as they are to put uppity Mudbloods like her in their place. Don’t even get her started on that Harry James Potter, son of power couple James and Lily Potter, godson of notorious playboy Sirius Black, star Seeker and favorite to become Captain, and Golden Boy of the Purebloods! Even his twin sister, Rose Lilian, is nothing but trouble! Neither of them have ever lifted a finger to help her; not even the few students she could almost call friends have done a thing about the endless torment, not that they have any real power anyway. Worse yet, she keeps hearing all these absurd rumors about her and Harry being a couple; as if she’d ever bother with a boy who so clearly hates her, especially when Ronald’s sister Ginevra is obviously going to marry him for his money! No, she’ll never give him so much as a second glance! Enter two new professors for her fifth year: a young married couple, Jimmy and Jane Evans, taking over the DADA and Transfiguration posts respectively. Anyone has to be better than the last fraud who held the former post, and with Professor McGonagall getting on in years, she could use a replacement for the latter post so she can focus fully on her duties as Deputy Headmistress. The couple are private to the point of being mysterious, but their credentials are impeccable and they quickly win over the students, especially those shameless rebels Fred and George Weasley, though the other teachers are surprised at how harshly they punish the bullies, regardless of wealth or blood status or anything else of that nature. Snape is apoplectic when they make an example of Draco for his torment of Hermione, but even he’s nothing next to the fury of Molly Weasley when her precious Ronniekins gets caught red-handed trying to use a love potion on Rose and is promptly introduced to the true meaning of pain. How dare these two nobodies challenge the rightful order of the wizarding world! Who do they think they are?! Well, in point of fact, Jimmy and Jane Evans know exactly who they are: Harry and Hermione Potter, OUR Harry and Hermione. In their world, Harry woke up from the delusion of the epilogue to realize he was actually being held captive inside the Resurrection Stone, which had fed him illusions and lies to trick him into letting Voldemort kill him, then to make him think Dumbledore and Snape were the secret heroes giving him the means to defeat the Dark Lord; in truth, they and Molly had bespelled and potioned him and Hermione into staying apart and going along with the plan, its true goal to let Dumbledore steal the credit for killing Voldemort so his legend would never be surpassed, though his cursed hand did prevent him from being alive to see it through. Hermione’s raw anguish at seeing Hagrid carry Harry’s dead body out of the Forbidden Forest broke through her brainwashing and reached Harry through the prison around his soul. He fought his way back to life just in time to stop Voldemort from killing her, then proceeded to finish him off despite Ron never having destroyed the cup Horcrux like he claimed; the redhead had Imperiused Hermione, her mental defenses weakened by the spells and potions, to go along with his deception to make himself look like a hero. Once Hermione was free and Harry had killed Voldemort for good, letting Neville do the honors of destroying Nagini and the cup (Harry himself was never a Horcrux, despite what Snape’s memories claimed), she blasted Ron with all her rage, leaving him a bloody smear on the ground. Molly and Ginny went beyond rage and tried to kill them both, forcing them to flee into the castle as the Death Eaters decimated the defenders. Luna and Neville, their only surviving friends, led them to a secret room holding the last artifact left over from the destroyed Room of Requirement: a cabinet imbued with the power to take them across dimensions. They were loathe to leave despite everything, but the question became moot when Snape, who’d tricked Voldemort and faked his own death, swept in and killed both Luna and Neville, vowing to take over the Death Eaters and rule Britain as the new Dark Lord, with Harry and Hermione as the first victims of his sick projects. They jumped into the cabinet just before he could capture them, and it promptly became obvious why no one had used it in living memory; it overloaded and exploded with the force of a massive nuke, destroying Hogwarts and much of the surrounding environment, killing everyone there and leaving what remained of that world in utter disarray. Still, it worked, dropping them two years ago in this other universe where Tom Marvolo Riddle, rather than become the maniacal Lord Voldemort, found a subtler, more legitimate way to power: become Minister for Life and enact a series of laws designed to bring the Muggleborns entirely under his sway. He convinced Dumbledore to be his ally rather than his enemy, though neither truly trusts the other, and now Hogwarts has embraced its corruption, becoming a fertile ground for resentment and hatred. However, Harry and Hermione, alias Jimmy and Jane, soon learn that the Harry of this world isn’t what Hermione believes him to be. He and Rose are actually double agents, trained by their parents, Sirius, Remus Lupin, and Amelia Bones, all of whom are working to destroy Riddle’s evil regime from within, with the two teenagers working in secret to stop as many bullies from getting away with their crimes as they humanly can; more to the point, he’s revolted by Ginny and very interested in Hermione, but every time he tries to befriend or even date her, something happens to ruin it, and afterward, she shows only greater disdain for him. Thanks to their positions as professors, Jimmy and Jane are able to unravel the terrible truth: Harry is being repeatedly sabotaged and Hermione Obliviated by Minister Riddle’s agents, who have no intention of letting the Golden Boy sully himself with a Mudblood, but who dare not simply kill her; Riddle has plans for her and all the other Muggleborns who show promising talents. Alas, exposing the deception and getting Hermione to realize she’s had it all wrong about Harry and Rose is only the first of many challenges our heroes must face if they’re to have any hope of saving their new home from the darkness and bringing it into a golden age of freedom and prosperity.

[headcanons-at-hogwarts]

I’m aware that much of the fandom dislike Harry’s children’s names (I still refuse to call Albus anything but Albus Scarfy Potter), but much of the conflict lies with the fact that Harry didn’t use Remus as a namesake for his children, while he did so for James and Sirius.

There are different theories behind why this happened. Personally, I’d mainly attribute this to Harry’s godson, Teddy Remus Lupin. Related to this is the theory that Harry believed Teddy would one day want to use his father’s name for his own children, and didn’t want to spoil that for him.

As a fandom, it’s easy to see why James and Sirius were prioritised over Remus (I mean - James is his father, Sirius was his godfather, and had no children to pass on the name).

Still, I can’t recover from ‘Albus Severus’, I don’t understand what JK Rowling was thinking. Dumbledore was a good person but he was also rather manipulative, Snape was creepily obsessed with Harry’s dead, already married mother until the day he died. Literally any other name would have bested this (I’m actually okay with ‘Albus’ being in there, but in terms of prioritisation it still feels wrong somehow). We can rant about that another time.

However, I recently saw a rather unique and heartwarming take on Harry’s third child (whose name is less commonly disputed): Lily Luna Potter.

Obviously, Lily Luna is named after two significant women in Harry’s life; his mother and one of his best friends. However, an argument could be made that the middle name ‘Luna’, also manages to honour Remus. Since the name itself means ‘moon’, reflected by Remus’ nickname - Moony, and his lycanthropy. Furthermore, the first syllable ‘Lu’ mirrors that of his surname, ‘Lupin’.

Overall, one could argue that Harry did somewhat name his child after Remus, just in a subtler way, since he was sensitive to his role as Teddy’s godfather and also had a daughter, so it’s not really like he could have thrown ‘Remus’ in there.

I know this theory doesn’t really explain why Harry went mad and named his son ‘Albus Severus’. Perhaps gambling was a decisive factor? Who knows? We can’t argue too much over semantics, but I just thought it was an interesting theory that I hadn’t heard before and wanted to share.

[snowbellewells]

Daisy, Sunflower and Snapdragon for the flower asks

Ooh, @tomeandflickcorner  Thank you so much for the asks!! I can always count on you to get to do the Ask Games I post at least once! :)  I appreciate it.

Okay, so Daisy: What was/is your best childhood memory?

I’m going to go with my sixth birthday party.  I don’t remember a lot from that age, but I know that my mom let me have tons of friends, we lined up along the sidewalk for a massive water balloon fight, and I got a Hugga Bunch doll (with was a BIG deal at the time;)  Recounting it doesn’t sound that major, but it’s still what I’m going with.

Sunflower: Sun or Moon?

I’m going with moon here. There’s something subtler and more mysterious and lovely about the moonlight. Plus, I am definitely a night owl, and I’m kinda into werewolf legends and lore, and they come out in the moonlight! ;)

Snapdragon: Favorite Mythical Creature?

Well, I guess I sorta gave that away above, didn’t I? (Oops :\ )  

Yeah, for whatever reason, I’m pretty fascinated by werewolves (maybe it’s all the cool lit characters I like who are one: Remus Lupin, Jacob Black, Ruby Lucas, etc….)  I also think mermaids and selkies are really intriguing as well though.

[moonslaved]

PROMPT #001 — GET TO KNOW ME

THE BASICS

Full Name: Remus Jonathan Lupin

Nickname(s): Rem, Remy, RJ, Moony, Romulus

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Zodiac: Pisces

Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit

FAMILY

Parents: Hope ( née Howell ) & Lyall Lupin

Relationship with Parents: He is close with both of them, but feels more of a connection with his mother

Sibling(s): None

Relationship with Sibling(s): —

Who are they closest to: Since being turned into a werewolf his mother had to give up her career as an actuary for a lucrative insurance company to care for her child, something she did without so much as a blink of an eye. He often spent a lot of time with her learning how to cook, how to clean, basic subjects, and just how to be an upstanding citizen despite his setbacks.

How was their childhood: From what he can remember all he knows is being a werewolf. It was a pretty tense time around the full moon but he always had his books and his parents to keep him company.

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Light Brown

Hairstyle: Short sides w/ textured top; slicked back ( sometimes )

Eye Color: Green

Height: 6′2″

Scar(s): Some scaring on his body from scratching himself as he turns into a wolf.

Piercing(s): None

Tattoo(s): None

Preferred Hand: Right handed

Posture: He is somewhat relaxed around his friends, but is somewhat tense around others.

How do they dress: In order to cover up his scars on his body he wears mostly sweaters and pants/jeans. To give some kind of “variation” to his outfits sometimes he wears a jacket over his hoodies.

Is there something they always wear: N/A

MAGIC RELATED

Wand: 10 1/4 inches, Cypress wand with Unicorn Hair core, pliant

Cypress — Cypress wands are associated with nobility. The great medieval wandmaker, Geraint Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.

Unicorn Hair — Symbolizes Innocence and Purity. Those who are full of spirit, sweet, gentle, cheerful, value family and friendship, are dependable, laid back, humble, independent, caring, loyal and/or duel-natured (being of both good and bad) would have this wand core. Having such a wand core suggests that you are optimistic and free spirited but also loving and kind-hearted, with strong family values. Unicorn Hair cores are an incredibly love-centric wand core and often instill encouragement and confidence into their owners. This is the best core to have for Healing Magic, Healing spells and Elemental Magic, particularly Water spells and Earth spells. It is a wand core predominantly found among those of House Hufflepuff and House Ravenclaw, but can also bond well with some of those of House Gryffindor and House Slytherin. Unicorn Hair cores generally produce the most consistent magic, and are least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn hair cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts (with the exception of those with Unicorn Heartstring) and are the most faithful of all wands. They usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair cores are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although depending on the wand type, the wand wood can and may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die’ and thus will need replacing. In a combination core, it is not recommended that a unicorn hair core be paired up with a Dark core as the Dark core will likely 'kill’ the other. Unicorn Heartstring cores however will pair nicely with another Dark core. However it should be noted that not all Dark cores can pair nicely with Unicorn Heartstring, despite both being Dark. Unicorn Hair cores are a more subtle wand core, but are quite compatible with Charms and Transfiguration. This wand core is also hands-down the best core for Healing, as they pick up some of the healing capabilities of Unicorn Blood, which is found in Potion Making. Unicorn Hair cores have a reputation of picking gentler or more cerebral users, so they are common among Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Uncommon, but not unheard of, Unicorn Hair cores can and will pick an owner that is less gentle and cerebral, depending on the wand type they are bonded to. More laid-back Gryffindors and subtler Slytherins may find themselves with a Unicorn Hair core.

Pliant — A wand with this flexibility will warm up easily to just about anyone; although, its full potential will not be unlocked until its owner has reached his or her full potential as well. This wand’s talents will depend solely upon the owner’s own talents, and its weaknesses will depend solely upon its owner’s weaknesses. Pliant wand owners are eager, enthusiastic, and tend to be very easily impressed and/or naive. They often have a zest for life that is rare and unrivaled in most populations.

Boggart: Full Moon

Patronus: Wolf

The wolf is a bit of a darker and mysterious soul, with the strength of a fighter. A person with this patronus has had a lot happen in their life, and do to that they wear a mask over their emotions. They do, however, have a very big heart that is full of both passion and fire. They have a lot of emotion within them that they are willing to give, but only once they completely trust you, and since they have been made cynical over the years this can be difficult. The most common house for a wolf patronus is Gryffindor, the most common signs are Taurus and Sagittarius. 

Owl: Northern Hawk-Owl named Nyx

Pet(s): None

OTHER

Prized Possession: Probably his collection of Shakespearean plays 

Where do they call home: A townhome that he shares with James and Sirius in London

Dream Occupation: Hitwizard or Auror 

Favorite Color: All colors that would be classified as an Earth Tone

Most Used App: Aside from texting he favors SnapOwl and InstaWizard

Favorite Creature in the Wizarding World: Horned Serpents or maybe Demiguise