Post by REMUS JOHN LUPIN on Aug 23, 2012 14:07:06 GMT
remus john lupin
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full name: remus john lupin
age: sixteen
year: 6th
birthday: march 10
blood line: half-blood
occupation: student
former / house: gryffindor
calmly, he takes the seat as he's gestured to, opposite to the beefy man with a rather haughty, but otherwise wise demeanour. as he gets devoured by the sofa, he is told to relax, which all the more spurs the tension building in his muscles. he didn't understand why he needed to do this at all. "i beg your pardon, sir, but i don't understand--" 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." the therapist leans in, elbows placed on either side of on the arm rests. "what did you do to provoke fenrir?" a thousand thoughts rushed through his mind, and this question just so happened to be the last thought that he would have expected to come up. well, for the most part, he tried 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."
realizing that he's come off a bit too strongly than he'd liked, he purses his lips and breaks eye contact as he looks away, eyes narrowing. "i regard him as a son should towards his father, nonetheless. i do not blame him for this curse." 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, 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," 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.
now:
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adjusting his seat, he reaches for the glass of water and downs a tiny sip. he leans back after he’s placed the glass back, unnerved and waiting. he’s been given a somewhat implication of why he’s been sent back so soon, so, lifting up his right leg and placing it horizontally on the top of his left thigh, stifling a yawn as he rubs the back of his neck, coming out as a deep exhale instead. he doesn’t bother to expect anything, as his body is exhausted and drained. especially his mental aspect.
"back so soon, mr. lupin?" he raises his head to a face with fair complexion, full, red, smiling lips and crystal blue eyes. her ruby hair is tied in a messy bun, but oddly enough, it compliments her appearance. "i don't suppose you can inform me of why that is, miss," he replies without halt, smooth and carrying a tone of amusement. she is scrutinizing as much as he is, but the thing was, she's only seeing what he wants her to see.
"remus," he says as he stands, reaching out a hand and shaking hers. to which she replies, "anna" and proceeds to indicate him back to his seat, as she takes hers. his grey orbs never leaves her face as she adjusts her glasses, a few strands of fallen hair forcing her to raise her hand and tuck them away behind her ear. she clears her throat as she scans the folder resting on her raised thigh, as she has crossed her legs prior to seating.
a tiny smile creeps on her face as a lull descends upon them, and he wonders why. he also notices that she doesn't look that much older than he, and so might explain the faint scarlet on both cheeks of her face. he's a little stunned; hasn’t she read his profile?
"have you any inkling as to why you have come to be here?" when he doesn't answer, she raises her face, saying, "you know, it is rude to stare." both simultaneously elicit small bursts of laughter, but regardless of the fact that his slipping into a very comfortable atmosphere, he’s still puzzled as to why she is acting like this. the previous behaviouralist, who'd conducted a counseling session in this very room with him, had placed him at exactly the same comfort zone. he does not want to have to recall his past once more; she should know already. "i was told that it would be a waste not to appreciate beauty at its finest." he beams. "no doubt a lesson shared by one of your closest friends, as you do not exactly fit that characteristic i've come to perceive." he feels it a shame that she should know everything about him from the clipboard she's reading from, and he just managing to see that she's just broken up with her lover, has been up for at least three sleepless nights, and is just pushing herself to tackle this assigned task given to such a newbie that she is.
"perhaps i might ask to sketch your face later, as they surely would be most disappointed if i don’t share them the beauty in front of--" "are you flirting with me?" she interjects, her tone dripping with saddened pleading, poorly wrapped in an attempt to sound as she’s scolding him. still, he can’t believe the level of which they dropped into. he doesn't want to answer, knowing that whatever he would utter next would be a crucial pivoting point that would alter her behaviour around him, and he doesn't want that. his eyes remain fixated on her face, and then she suddenly blinks twice and straightens up, clearing her throat.
"you were called back, to discuss the issue of the two full moons, subsequent to the start of the semester."
her voice has not changed, but has shifted him into a position in which he doesn't feel very happy with.
"how unfortunate," he merely mutters.
alias: heh.. i've a feeling you know already..
gender: alien
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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