Post by moony on May 15, 2012 15:37:35 GMT
remus john lupin
[/color][/b]" he stops as the grey eyes lock on his. "remus john lupin", the therapist's voice clips, eyes ever scrutinizing. "son of orlando and kamaya lupin, involved in personal affairs with a certain greyback, as i've been told." remus doesn't answer; he doesn't want to. he wants to cast his gaze somewhere else, but the man made sure there was none of that. "born on the tenth day of march, 1960. tell me, remus."
full name: remus john lupin
age: sixteen
year: 6th
birthday: tenth, march
blood line: half-blood, werewolf
occupation: student
former / house: gryffindor
the therapist leans in, elbows placed on either side of on the arm rests. "what did you do to provoke fenrir?"
a thousand thoughts rush through his mind, and this question just so happens to be the last thought that he would have expected to come up. well, for the most part, he tries to act surprised. "my father wasn't too mindful of the words he exchanged with fenrir, and as a result, i paid for his actions." he hopes that's all he needs to say; he doesn't want to talk about this. the therapist leans back, fingertips touching. "it says here--" he raises his right forefinger to the clipboard floating on his right, face turning to, "remus lupin shows high-quality standards and academic excellence for an outstanding student, regarded highly by the students and teachers alike.. posses leadership skills and gentleman etiquette.. calm, level-headed, forgiving, fine humour.. aha, here we go.. shows great discretion, maturity, and a sense of abhorrence toward violence, and yet, as i have also been informed, you seem to be very permissive to your friends' recklessness." their eyes meet. but remus is quiescent, remaining unhinged. he knows why the therapist is attacking him.
"is it too much of me to ask for acceptance? i can give you no other excuse for my submission for their ordeals, other than.. they're my friends." he smiles. "they accept me, embrace me for what i am. i know i am at fault for standing by while they manifest tricks and indecent behaviour, but even if i wanted to, well.. i doubt it'll change them." a faint smile appears on his face, but it's quickly replaced by a surprised expression, as he sees the therapist nod, with a gentle smile on his face. had he missed something?
"shows discretion indeed.. perceptive. you have the ability to guess the thoughts of those around you[/color], and you still choose to remain with a firm humility. and you opt to see the best in people. those, dear boy, are an honourable traits[/b]," he shakes his head a little, "but don't you feel as though there's a limit to it?" remus hesitates, quite stunned that he's been read like an open book. he never thought anyone would be able to spot out his uncanny ability. "i have never.." he lowers his head. "i like to think that my choosing to see the best in people makes up for my.. cowardice actions." he pauses. "this helps me subside the side of me that.. wants to act otherwise."
he says no more, and silence reigns in. his mocha eyes remain gazing down. "that may be the case, but i do not think that coward fits your demeanour, remus." he looks up. "your choosing to take the path that is unlike that of a common werewolf is an absolute wonder." it takes him a few more minutes to come to terms with the old man's words, before a slight smile curves his lips, in consideration.
he sits more comfortably on his seat.
perhaps this set-up for his parents to want to understand him better wasn't such a bad idea after all.
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alias: alune
gender: she-male
rp sample:
with a yawn, his eyes slowly open to the sight of white skies, while his whole body follows suit of his awakening. he grimaces a little as his back expresses slight pain, having been lying against the hard surface of one of the big rocks along the beach of the lake. as he sat up, he rubbed his eyes and scratched his head, looking out to the horizon with a rather anxious look. yet another strenuous day coming to a close, with a full moon fast approaching.
he set his eyes on the setting sun, the knot in his stomach tightening as he once again, broods over his condition, allowing self-pity to seep in. it was inevitable that he would come to this thought yet again, it seemed, no matter how many times he came to confront to himself that he was accepted, that he belonged. him, belong? the scars on his arm and upper body was enough to pour those thoughts down the drain; no matter how he came to look it, society would never accept someone like him. at least, in hogwarts, no one knew about his condition. he smoothed his hand over the flat surface of the rock; at least here, he was still able to be regarded with admiration and respect, which he knew, once he was finished, would quickly spiral to a quick descent of unwanting and disgust, when once his nature was exposed.
he pursed his lips, his expression solemn; he could never come to praise himself. it was often pointed by james and sirius that he was too pessimistic about himself, and they were right to say it so. always, always-- never missing the opportunity to pass a compliment, always attending to people's needs more than his.
his train of thought came to an abrupt pause as he heard his stomach growl. quickly, he unrolled his sleeves and jumped down to level ground, realizing that this lateness would cause serious heckling from his friends. at this, he smiled; at least there was something good to look forward to.
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