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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on May 19, 2012 22:20:56 GMT
Books, books and more books. Being the bookworm that she was, the library was always Alex’s haven of sorts. It had all the books she could read, and it provided the quiet she so craved in a school as large as Hogwarts was. However, there were times when Alexandria didn’t feel like sitting around the library. Times like this. So, having a book in her hands about the magical creatures in the world, Alex made her way out of the library. She wasn’t sure where she’d go, but it was a rather nice day out. Though that meant that more people would be outside. The library was a little more filled than usual, and Alex really didn’t want to go outside where most of the others had probably gone. Though, it was a nice day out. Perhaps if she just stayed at the lawn, not many would hang around there, compared to the Lake, Pitch and Courtyard. Yes, the lawn sounded like a good idea right now.
Making her way outside, Alex stepped to the side to avoid running into people. However, seeing as two others decided to stick her in the middle, trying to side step them did not work. One of them had run into her, almost making her drop her beloved book. Grasping the book to her chest, Alex sent the two an annoyed glance before continuing towards the lawns. She was right, of course. It was pleasantly empty. Most of the students she was trying to avoid or that were already there were in the Pitch, near the Lake, or in the courtyard. Just as she predicted. The Ravenclaw shrugged off her robes and laid it on the ground, humming a tune as she did so.
She placed the book beside her before sitting down on her robes. Alexandria would have hung out with Aralynn or Theo, but she supposed she’d give them a break from her. Sure, they loved each other and had a close relationship, but Alex figured they didn’t need to spend every waking moment together. One of the reasons she decided to come and read at the lawns. It was a great idea, with the wind blowing and the sun radiating it’s warmth. She wasn’t all that surprised when she noted a crowd of students near the entrance from the castle to the grounds. She briefly considered the boat house, but it wasn’t an ideal place to read. To just sit around and think, she rather liked it. Alex had only gone there a few times, but she found it to be a pretty peaceful, calm place. Having the water around her, wasn’t all too bad either. It wasn’t a good place to read in her opinion because there was it was a bit moist. The times she went there, she had to wash out her robes and let them dry to get rid of the musky, wet smell that had accumulated onto her robes. She preferred reading books that didn’t smell like wet dog or something similar. Besides, she wasn’t one to ruin books anyways. After all, she was a bookworm.
Picking up the book at her side, Alexandria opened it to the table of content, browsing to see which would be the most interesting to read about. "Hmm…Goblins and the Goblin Rebellion…Centaurs, a life of divination…Vampires…" she continued to glance down the chapters, trying to find something that would interest her. The chapter about Vampires seemed a bit interesting to her, but as she was about to turn the page, another chapter title caught her eye. "The Monster of the Moon." she read. The creature wasn’t stated in the title, however she had a inkling of which creature they were talking about. Once she turned to the chapter, she knew her assumption was correct. "Werewolves…" she murmured, beginning to read.
TAGGED, Remus Lupin
NOTES, Hope this is an ok first post. Let me know if anything needs to be changed! <3
LYRICS, another day by paramore
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Post by moony on May 20, 2012 16:36:31 GMT
really, he wasn't one to pay attention to anything close to beautiful, or for that matter, females. it was safe to say that he was avoiding anything close to that area; though it required quite uneventful nights, or for him to just spend some effort to pay attention and acknowledge the presence of, he saw it best if he was to be passed off as extremely uninteresting and uninterested. he wouldn't deny that he'd had some wandering thoughts about it, but the whole ordeal just seem to demand fervent commitment and a lot of time together.
in this department, he certainly agreed most ardently with sirius.
he sighed a heavy breath, yawning and messing up his hair as he walked out the great hall, leaving his fellow marauders to finish their required paper in potions. he'd sported a nasty glare from them when he'd gotten up and handed in his, but he merely exited with a playful wink and grin-- lately, the many breaks that were allowed for sixth-years were mostly consumed by constant studying, and with his friends in that picture, it involved many fights and distractions as well.
pocketing his hands, he wandered through the corridors of the ground floor, looking aimlessly here and there, waving a few smiles at some of his year mates. what was it now? oh, yes. he was looking for professor mcgonagall-- he had some concerns about the paper he had handed in, and had had strange reluctance when he was passing it.
as he came along the lawn, square and stretching, with a large, willow tree shading nearer to the corner of where he was situated, he gazed out to the open space, keeping to his stride. it came as a slight surprise that there would be only a few students walking about and occupying the lawn-- it wasn't lunchtime yet. however, the sudden perplexity in his face was then replaced by a calm softening, with a hint of mild interest as he lay his eyes on the golden hair being played in the wind. its owner was seemingly delved into the words of her book; a smile tickled onto his lips.
with a slight huff, he started to turn his gaze the other way, when he noticed a couple of first-years on the other side of the lawn, clogging one of the entrances of that side, near the girl with the gold hair. they ran across the lawn, just a couple of feet forward from her-- one of them seemed exuberant, producing her wand out, pointing it at the book her friend held out. at the utterance of her words, the book suddenly morphed into a large snake, which elicited alarmed screams and horrified squeals from them, who now were running away. remus tensed, and broke into a run, jumping over the stone rail and pointing his wand at the slithering snake.
as it prepared its attack, its very being was changed into a rabble of green butterflies at the wave of his wand, brows furrowed as he stopped a few inches away from her. vaguely, he caught the title of the open pages, before turning his eyes to the fluttering butterflies, then onto the first years, who had hid behind the pillars during the happenings. ah, i apologize for that, he started, accompanying his words with an apologetic smile, eyes softening. usually, those are the ones you have to look out for, he nodded to her open book, a light humour in his tone, before nodding his exit and turning on his heel, pocketing his wand.
he was right, after all.
she was stunning.
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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on May 21, 2012 1:00:55 GMT
It was all interesting. This chapter on werewolves. She’d always been interested by them - as well as vampires and veela and the like. Really, anything that could be a wizard and a so-called creature was interesting to her. She briefly pondered how they had been treated before they were found out, if there was ever a time. Were they still outcasted and feared? Or were they treated like normal witches and wizards? Really, she didn’t quite understand it. If they were respected before they were found out to be a half-breed, then why would the expectation for them change? She didn’t understand. They were already a half-breed before, so how would it be different when they were found out? The same questions kept repeating itself over and over in her head as she read. She had originally planned this was some relaxing reading, just for fun; instead it brought more questions that she needed to have answered. Perhaps she’d as the defense teacher, since they were taught about the subject of ‘dark’ creatures sooner or later in that class.
Alexandria was so engrossed in her book that she didn’t notice the first years noisily making their way out of the castle, and nearing her own position. She didn’t notice when one of them held up a book - which she would have found to be very wrong - while the one of the girl’s cast a spell on it. Really, had she noted, she would have probably glared at the silly first years. However, their frightened screams did gain her attention. Alex just wanted to finish her paragraph, so she wouldn’t lose her spot. When she looked up, she almost regretted it. Her wand was in her robes, which was underneath her, between the ground and herself. She didn’t have enough time to try and find it before the snake went into it’s attacking stance. The sound of footsteps against the grass made her turn her attention towards the upcoming figure. She saw him around that noisy Gryffindor group. What did they call themselves again…that was right, the marauders.
She was rather relieved when he vanished the snake into butterflies before anything could happen. She didn’t feel like taking a visit to the hospital wing as well as explaining her sudden injuries and very reason of going to the hospital wing to her siblings. Yes, this was very much less of a hassle. She raised her green eyes up to meet his, almost taken back by their softness. "Thank you, and it’s nothing to apologize for. Unless it was you that transfigured the snake here in first place." she highly doubted it though, as one, he basically vanished the snake, and two, he had to come over. He wouldn’t have if he weren’t the culprit. Her gaze then turned towards the first years who seemed to try and hide from sight, and Alex rolled her eyes, shaking her head. First years. "Which ones, the first years or the werewolves?" she asked, slight laughter in her tone. She was rather surprised at herself; usually she wasn’t this kind with most people. It seemed as if his soft eyes seemed to soften her as well.
Her gaze turned towards him once more, pondering if he knew about the magical creatures. She didn’t recognize him from her classes, and he wasn’t younger than her, that was for sure. So, she concluded that this soft eyed boy was a sixth or seventh year. Surely, he would know more about this topic. Just as he was turning away, Alexandria felt herself call out to him before she could stop it. "W-wait!" She seemed to be surprising even herself around her ‘soft eyed savior’. "You wouldn’t happen to know about werewolves…would you?" she asked, almost hopefully. Really, reading about it was all good and everything, however, she found actually talking about it and learning about it from others was a bit more helpful.
TAGGED, Remus
NOTES, she's slightly socially awkward. ^^
LYRICS, another day by paramore
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Post by moony on May 21, 2012 9:31:08 GMT
now that he thought about it, perhaps he shouldn't have left with that note.
do i know anything about werewolves? he spun on his heel once more, raising an eyebrow in curious enlightenment, already formulating a quick exit for this interaction. which wasn't a surprise really, for anyone who knew him well enough-- he only liked to have casual conversations with the opposite gender inside classrooms, because having one anywhere else was for meetings like prefect-related matters. or, in his case, lily's steam-off time.
however, he supposed it wouldn't hurt if he broke out of his habit just this once; it was, after all, within his level of expertise.
a faint smile spread his lips as he started towards her, lowering himself so as not to tower above her, his foot still firmly planted on the ground. small gestures like these were his subtle implications that he didn't plan to stay for long, which, unfortunately, only some could read. he hoped with all hopes that she was among those who could; her eyes were enchanting, with a hint of subtle ice. he noticed the slight hesitation in them, but regarded more the apprehensive tick for the dire hunger for knowledge. his faint smile curved more-- clearly, she wasn't used to presenting herself in a friendly approach. well, i know that.. he paused for a moment. werewolves are human beings who've been cursed with the lycanthrope legacy. they are regarded as servants of the midnight sun, and take on their cursed forms during its fullest. his eyes glinted tease, and without breaking eye contact, he reached his finger and pressed on the second paragraph of the left page, smiling in subtle knowing. he would know a face like hers, so he was becoming very sure that she wasn't in his year level.
he started to wonder if what he was doing was a good idea.
they are misunderstood, despised creatures who live in the shadows of their own shame. he blinked, and lowered his gaze on the open book, clearing his throat. he was always composed when talking about his other side, but sometimes, the subject severed his composure and start to touch his nerve, which he, fortunately, always succeeded over to calm and relax. he'd had a lot of years bottling his real emotions, and now wasn't any different of a time. and rightly so, they should, his eyes softened to hide his disgust, his usual, disarming smile painting his face. he thought it fitting, sometimes, to be able to read people's emotions while successfully hiding his.
living in his own shame made it easy for him.
with a slight nod, he stood and pocketed both hands. if you'll excuse me, he finished, smile curving to a faint one once more. without another word, he turned and started towards the the way he came, mentally noting that he was most likely late in his endeavour to having a moment with the transfigurations professor.
however, anything to get his mind back on track at the moment, would be more helpful than anything else.
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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on May 21, 2012 21:53:32 GMT
Green eyes regarded the boy before her, taking in his stance, which clearly said he wasn’t going to stay long. She should have been relieved; after all, she had come to the lawns for some alone time. Though, she wasn’t quite sure why she was a bit disappointed. It was probably because she wanted to learn about werewolves than time allowed at the moment. Perhaps she’d be able to run into him later.
She listened intently to his words, before she sent him a light glare, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Of course she recognized them from the paragraph she had read earlier. Her theory was proven when he pointed towards the second paragraph. "Thank you for that. I would have never guessed." the sarcasm in her voice was not hidden, nor did she even plan to hide it. Hidden behind that sarcasm though, was a bit of amusement. He was indeed part of that crazy, loud group that called themselves the marauders. Even Alex had heard of them. However, as she noted his gaze was still on hers, she felt heat rush to her face. Why? She didn’t know. Perhaps she was just getting a bit warm under the sun.
She disregarded the fact that she was blushing - though she didn’t know she was - and instead turned her green gaze on the page as he spoke once more. He definitely knew a lot. When she glanced at him, she swore she saw the knowledge gleaming behinds his eyes. Her eyes regarded him carefully, though she was still listening intently to his words. "But why?" Ever since she was a young girl, it was her favorite question to ask. ‘Why?’ Again, she really didn’t understand how they were treated differently once they were found out. It wasn’t as if they’ve actually changed or anything. She understood the whole once a month thing, after all, they were beasts then. However, it wasn’t as if they had a choice, unlike an animagus. Werewolves, and many other creatures weren’t given much of a choice to begin with.
It just didn’t make sense to her.
"It makes no sense. There’s no logic with that." she stated. Being an intellectual, Alex was one to look at things objectively, and always trying to understand reasons and logic anyway she could. She had thought that this boy, this soft eyed boy would be an intellectual; however it didn’t seem like it at that specific moment. She looked at him with an observing gaze. He knew more than he let on; but why was he not saying more? Surely there was more to it than just that. "It says that werewolves are considered as ‘dark’ creatures. Is it because they are cursed? Well, they can’t help it, can they? How does that make them ‘dark’?" she asked once more, as she noticed him getting up. She realized he probably had somewhere else to be and she was just keeping him, but she couldn’t help it. She just liked talking about things like this; debating and arguing.
"I apologize for keeping you…" she smiled slightly, a slight pang of disappointment that she couldn’t learn more. The whole topic of magical creatures interested her, mainly because there were so many different arguments that could be made against the statements in the book. Alex loved debating. It was the intellectual in her. She loved getting her mind challenged. What better topic than such a powerful one as this? "Thank you, for helping." she added, a slight nod in his direction, turning her attention back to her book. She absentmindedly twirled a strand of her around her finger, trying to figure out more about werewolves. More than the biased book had said.
More than what the soft eyed boy had said.
TAGGED, remus
NOTES, if you want anything changed, let me know! ^^
LYRICS, another day by paramore
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Post by moony on May 23, 2012 17:48:18 GMT
and that should have been the end of that.
spotting his desired professor just a few feet away lifted his spirits to their usual position, but was then cowered by the mere presence of his friends, who had apparently been hiding behind the pillars too, watching the whole ordeal. of course, they needn't tell him this-- from their mere smirks alone, he could tell that this was going to be his consequence for bailing earlier.
for a brief moment, however, he relayed the words of the girl in his head. ..they can't help it, can they? no, there was no concern there. her intrigue was more for her absorbing information, keen on digesting complex proficieny in their most abrasive forms. he knew a few handful of people who owned such eyes, but then again, he'd never been.. intrigued by them. and then he took note of her unexpected brush of a blush, which the reason for he wasn't aware of. perhaps there'd been a person she fancied looking at her from the distance, which would have somehow evaded his outstanding peripheral vision? he no longer opted for suggesting for a second option, because a second option for the reason behind her blush would require thinking of other things, which he did not so desire to think about. it was clear in the expression of her eyes that she wanted nothing more than knowing more about werewolves, for some reason.
was it from luke that she got this entail to venture into the realm of remus' other side? lately, he hadn't been getting close to that guy, seeing as their recent, most unfortunate meeting ended most unpleasantly. that is to say, he hadn't made any inclination to make any contact whatsoever.
mooney, the three spoke in unison, standing side by side as if to make a wall to interrupt his walk. right that moment, he wished they would just actually jump on him to steal his chocolates, or else rough him up for being too unhelpful. anything but-- a girl, hey? finally looking to settle, are we, mooney? peter snickered as james chuckled at sirius words. it was most inauspicious that they were using this maneuver, too, for he knew that it would take him a while to stray them away from whatever they were gruelling him about. and to his dismay, with much interest and tease.
don't do this. not now, i have somewhere-- to be? but you were doing so well, james cut in, raising an eyebrow to challenge, the smirk on his face never leaving. it was lucky that he'd gone far enough into the corridor-- he wasn't sure that he would have liked to make this impression, to the girl, if she was seeing what was transpiring after their little encounter. as it was, remus was well-known for being the only marauder uninterested with girls, so most likely, in the marauders' heads, this would make the headlines.
he sighed, raking a hand through his hair in slight distress. with mcgonagall absent from his sight, what was he supposed to do with this? he wasn't exactly in the mood to make a scene, much less be the cause of it. he knew what they wanted, because they knew that he would be against doing it. and because he didn't want them to be forceful about it, like always, he would succumb to their devil thoughts. he closed his eyes, and opened them as he shook his head, turning the way he came. back to her. closing the distance, he pocketed his hands and stood just a few feet from her, smiling apologetically. werewolves, by nature, are dark and brooding. as it's true that they cannot sever their servitude to their curse, it is by this knowledge that they do not choose to control it. see, it's a whole different thing to know, as certainly as it is to do something about the knowing. he paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. pardon me, i did not wish to have to neglect myself from my desire to make you blush again. unless, i'm mistaken, of course. his smile was softer this time, accompanied with a much mellow expression. admittedly, as much as he disapproved, he felt genuine with his words.
generally speaking, werewolves aren't inclined to softening their hearts as the society isn't ready to accept them for what they are. he cut himself short, predicting every outcome of what he was about to say next. was it wrong of him, to despise this interaction that he didn't deserve? by nature, he was more prompt to embrace himself in his shame. there was no need to pull in people along with him. if you'd like to know more, perhaps we can converse over.. lunch? he reached out a hand in offering, wishing with all his heart that he hadn't worded his question like that.
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note: hehehe. :3 lunch, like a boss o:
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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on May 24, 2012 1:20:54 GMT
Green eyes were focused on the book in front of her. Alex liked to read and she liked to learn, but she really didn’t like this book. It only spoke about what was the worst about werewolves. It never spoke about the other side of the story; the people that do not fall into the ‘monster’ category. That was the side that Alex really wanted to look into. It wasn’t fair for those that weren’t, and Alexandria just loved the idea of arguing for their rights. Perhaps that’s where she would go in the future, after all, debating and challenging her mind was something she absolutely loved. However, the book was really beginning to make her frustrated. She had so many questions, and the book was answering none of them. Absolutely none. All she was reading about was how werewolves were so dangerous and should be separated from the rest of the wizarding world. Really, it was as if they weren’t wizards anymore if they were half-breeds. It was only once a month where they were actually a werewolf, so why would they be considered anything less than a wizard if they were wizards everyday save for once a month.
"This. Makes. No. Sense." she practically growled at the book, her eyes narrowed as she continued to read. Really, some of these ideas were positively horrid and not logical whatsoever. They were based off fear. Fear for something that appeared only once a month. In fact, Alex was sure if they were separated from people in an isolated environment or perhaps put under ‘lock and key’ then the night wouldn’t be so dangerous. Yes, there would be those werewolves that wouldn’t follow that idea, but perhaps people could learn not to go out during the full moon if it were so dangerous. Seriously, did they not think about that? Alexandria couldn’t help but sigh at the total idiocy of the world. Really, they should’ve realized that if the night of the full moon were the time werewolves were out, they should lock and ward their doors and most obviously stay indoors. One would think they didn’t have any common sense.
Green eyes flickered up from the pages at the sound of footsteps nearing. She was mildly surprised to find the soft eyed boy there, with an apologetic smile on his face. She regarded him carefully, wondering what purpose he had for coming back. Surely he didn’t have a question. Most definitely, it wasn’t for her.
So why?
Her eyes flickered with a delighted surprise when he spoke about werewolves. So he was there to help answer her questions! Her eyebrows furrowed a bit as he spoke. "But wouldn’t each be different? We can’t lump all the werewolves together just because most, or even some, are ‘dark by nature’. That’s not fair." she couldn’t help but comment. Really, she couldn’t. The whole concept of rights and half-breeds was just such a debatable topic. Perhaps that was why she liked it so much. She opened her mouth to comment, but nothing came out. Another blush stole across her cheeks, making them a rosy color. However, she brushed it away again, blaming it on the fact that he mentioned it; because if he hadn’t mentioned it, then she wouldn’t have blushed. "And they shouldn’t be. It’s society’s fault after all. Werewolves should just be able to live like regular people, no? It’s not like they asked for the curse after all, so they can’t be blamed for it." Plain and simple. It may have been the more difficult side, but that soft, timid person inside of her just thought that was the way to go. Besides, she liked the challenge and stimulating nature of it all.
She was surprised at his invitation. Widened green eyes glanced at his outstretched hand before flicking towards the soft eyes. She titled her head a bit, unsure of whether or not to accept. After all, the last invitation she had led to some troubles. Though, she had a feeling that this boy wasn’t like Lockhart. So, with a slight hesitation, she reached out. "Um…ok. Sure." and with those words said, she grasped his outstretched hand, holding the now closed book in her other hand. She gathered her robes, on which she was previously laying on, and draped it over her folded arms. "To be honest, this book doesn’t really answer all the questions running through my head right now…in fact, I just think it creates more." she laughed lightly, a bit embarrassed by it. How much of a dork she must seem.
With a slight pause, Alexandria glanced at the boy curiously. "Are you ok? I mean, I’d hate to be a bother." she paused in her steps, her green gaze on the boy before her. Really, he helped her enough, and it wasn’t as if he had an obligations to answer her questions. Really, she was grateful for what he already answered. And she’d hate to be bothering him when all he’s been was nice to her.
TAGGED, remus
NOTES, such an awkward nerd...like a boss. XD
LYRICS, another day by paramore
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Post by moony on May 24, 2012 15:58:33 GMT
he had every right to smirk to her conclusions, no?
actually, i am a little.. boggled. i'm astounded that you would think there would only be some werewolves who posses a brooding nature. he pocketed his hands immediately as they started to walk, letting his eyes stray to the whereabouts of his friends, only to find them gone. knowing that he would opt for making no scene, no doubt they already hurried to their front row seats to watch how he would unfold to this dazzling girl. of course, he planned to do no such unravelling. in any level, he was glad that she, at least, did not seem to be interested in him at all. though although the moment he mentioned the blushing, one such did creep to paint her smooth cheeks, which had brought a faint smile of tease on his face.
he felt her rather brash approach on this matter, but could not find no such motive to do such thing. mere curiousity, satisfaction for knowledge, for the sake of the argument? or maybe, she was always like this. however, i agree. it is not fair. but we are, of course, only describing them as a whole. generally speaking, per say. he tossed a knowing smile at her, before directing his gaze ahead. just like how human beings are obnoxiously problematic; when they don't know how to start, and when they do find out, won't know how to stop. the tinkle of her laughter relayed in his head as his elicited out more lowly. perhaps he was fortunate to have met such a person who didn't think of his species as a damned breed.
however, from her words and fervour alone, it would suffice to say that she was more theoratical than practical, meaning that she would not find it anywhere near comfortable to know a werewolf at all. more so to know that he was a werewolf. there is no one to blame.. granted, perhaps their being outcast is not of their choice, but to direct away from living as one or to keep to the path of damnation is by their own choosing. he paused. please mind your words carefully. in reality, acceptance may be partial uplifter for their suffering, but they can never be able to live.. in accordance to the normal way of living.
[/b] distasteful as his words sounded, he still managed a gentle smile, with a pained understanding underlying. maybe the reason why your book there only expresses unpleasant data is because there is no known werewolf to be anything but "big and bad"? has that thought ever crossed your mind?he stopped his tracks at the entrance of the great hall, surveying the surroundings for a moment. he didn't account for this; would she be mindful of being seen with him? he turned his attention to her relatively petit figure, gesturing out his hand for her to take the lead. do you wish to still have me in your company?[/blockquote][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------
note: aww, slow day. slow writing. terrible. sorry. o: -flails-
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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on May 25, 2012 1:34:36 GMT
Alex raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on her face. "But not every one of them can be the same. Even if it’s just a few, not all of them would have a brooding nature." She thought it was just like people. Not all were the same, even in families. Look at her and her siblings. They had similarities, yes, but there were so many differences between them. Yet, they still manage to live together without killing each other out of annoyance. Wouldn’t it be safe to say not all werewolves were the same? At least, she thought so; after all, werewolves were rather intelligent, though they tended to be more instinctive than other creatures.
Werewolves ran on their instinct, and it was said that the human mind was ‘lost’ during the transformation, so instinct was all they had. At least, it seemed so to Alexandria. She couldn’t say anything for sure, but she found that she wanted to know more about it. Why?
In all honesty, she couldn’t say for sure.
She couldn’t help it. Laughing at his words about humans being obnoxiously problematic. "Hm, but that’s what makes life fun." she joked, lightening up a bit. However, as they passed a few other students, Alexandria turned her attention to the floor, taking a deep breath as to compose herself around this soft eyed boy. For once reason or another, she wasn’t as cold as she usually was around him. She blamed his eyes. "Though, if we already knew all those things, then what’s the point of doing anything? After all, it’s not knowing that makes our actions all that more significant, don’t you think?" She could see the truth in his words, but then again…she just didn’t know. There was always two sides to a story to her, but perhaps she was wrong. The more she spoke with the boy, the more she began to think. It may or may not have been a good thing, but she was beginning to see more than two stories.
"How much of a choice do they really have though? I mean…it’s a strange question, but not all choices are actual choices…It sounds crazy and confusing, doesn’t it?" she had a somewhat faraway look in her eyes, looking forward at nothing whatsoever. With a sigh she glanced at the boy from the corner of her eyes. He was a strange one. He made her think. "My apologies. But, who says living like a regular person means living in accordance to the normal way of living??” People lived their own life. Just too many were too simple-minded to see anything differently than each other. Perhaps she was one of those people, but Alexandria really wished not to be. Maybe she’d work on that.
Raising an eyebrow, Alex shrugged a bit. Clearly indicating that she did not think of that possibility. "Honestly, no." she admitted out loud. "But I think there are - or at least were - werewolves different than the ’big and bad’. It’s just that no one wants to believe it so, so they don’t." she stated softly. She really did believe that there were werewolves out there that didn’t fit into the big and bad category. It may have been naïve of her, but she really couldn’t help it.
Once they had reached the Great Hall, Alex didn’t think twice before walking in, smiling slightly at the soft-eyed boy. She rather liked his viewpoint on werewolves. It made her think, though he did seem to side with the book. Alex couldn’t help but feel as if he was holding back on something. "You seem to think like the book…but…it’s different…" she murmured softly. He agreed on some points she said, but others that he’d argued for were the points made in the book. Why was that?
What was he holding back?
TAGGED, remus
NOTES, no, not terrible! <3 just the opposite, lovely! Sorry for babbling and whatnot...distracting day and my muse has been a bit shaky. >.<
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Post by moony on May 25, 2012 7:58:53 GMT
he scratched his head, a little perplexed at how she veered this way and that with her thoughts. she was frantic to set her story straight with this, that much he could tell, and he was afraid that he was just fuelling her on to hit the incoming wall. extensive reading in the subject of his race brought light only to the dark and gloom. he arched a questioning eyebrow, a rather confused smile on his face. it is because i choose to fear them, and with good reason, he replied in kind, sitting himself next to her in the ravenclaw table, fortunately only grabbing a few raised eyebrows from here and there. he supposed that he was very fortunate to be in good terms with her house; most waved him a smile and a glance for greeting, then back to their own ordeals. it seemed she turned quite a few heads too, but with looks that spark intrigue.
he loosened his tie, then reached to pour himself nettle tea, considerably placing the teakettle nearer to his side, not entirely sure if she favoured his kind of poison or not. he took a moment to savour the liquid in his mouth, directing a gentle, puzzled look to her. should he lead on with his shallow data, or should he just get up and leave? he hoped to good graces that this interest was only running temporarily, and that she would have a new race to grill about tomorrow. he had the feeling that he would feel terrible if she was disappointed. in time, they regress to the solitude that is their animalistic nature. they are void with living one side without the other.. after all, you cannot ignore one side of the two and pretend you're anything but. acceptance leads to understanding, which then entails that they are too dangerous to be embraced by the society with open arms. he raised the cup to his lips, placing his arm on the table and leaning forward slightly, now setting his eyes down to glimmer of his drink. they are smart to seclude themselves from civilization, he turned his face to her, his smile never wavering, even for those that weren't big and bad, they were only protecting the ones they loved from the beast lurking within. he pursed his lips. they have no choice.
in reality, of course, he knew that the majority of werewolves weren't considerate to the way they were judged and mistreated. especially, since he had had it in his head that the werewolf who had bitten him was instable and completely out of control; he even sympathized greyback for that. he had it absolute in his mind that she knew no such creature, no knowledge of one such beside her-- people who knew werewolves and had to deal with them suffered in massive amounts of grief and endless shame. granted, his life was not all drowned in those unpleasantries-- his three best friends being so supportive that they turned themselves into animagi --but it didn't mask the fact that he was certainly living it when he was young and weak. he wished she would stop for her endeavour to find some comforting words of the lighter side of all of this. he shook his head. and with knowledge comes power, and so what we do with our knowing is far more significant than being oblivious, because it'll show how mature you're able to grasp and take in on the concept. reaching for two slices of garlic bread, he gave a quizzical look. if i may, why so aggresive with trying to drown yourself in such a veiled subject? did professor castell make such an impact with his teachings?
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note: whelp! i love the drawling. please, keep up with it. i am counting on them for remus' muse. xD BY THE WAY, LOOK WHAT I FOUND. CLICKY <33
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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on May 30, 2012 1:30:58 GMT
She couldn’t help but smile at his own confused look. However, instead of arguing right away, Alexandria merely raised an eyebrow. A light look of amusement mixed with slight disbelief was evident in her eyes. Sure, werewolves were to be feared, but she didn’t like to think the person themselves, should be feared. There was a difference between the person and the werewolf after all. At least, to Alex it seemed that way. "Well, ok. You fear the werewolf, sure." she began, while reaching for her goblet to fill with some pumpkin juice. "But what does that have to do with the person? Save for one night, that is." And that was all. Just one night where the person loses control to the werewolf. What about the other nights? Really, she didn’t understand it. Was there something she just didn’t know about werewolves that was painfully obvious that she never realized?
She doubted it, but there was always that possibility.
She narrowed her eyes in thought. He had a point, but not living how they wanted to live just because of one side didn’t sound so fair. It seemed as if werewolves were two people in one. But why couldn’t they just come to an ‘agreement’ of sorts. Not to say let the werewolf loose whenever, but at least be able to not hide away from loved ones unless it is the full moon of course. "Wouldn’t that be the same thing though? You’re only taking one side into account." Alex knew the answer wouldn’t be simple. In fact, she rather hoped it wouldn’t be. Just for the sake of adding even more of a challenge to this topic. She almost grinned at his choice of words. "They have no choice." The words seemed to echo in her head. No choice. When was there ever a choice if no one ever hears you. Instead, society judges werewolves without taking anything but the fact they turn into beasts just one day every month - that was only twelve days out of the three hundred and sixty five days of the year - and just ignores the person they are for the remaining time.
What other choice does that leave werewolves, when they are so feared and hated? Alexandria really couldn’t blame them. Her gaze flickered towards the Gryffindor beside her quickly, taking in his somewhat relaxed appearance. "The most widely used argument I know. Knowledge is power. " And what you do with that knowledge is what counts. She’s heard it before, and in all honesty, Alexandria follows that belief a bit. It is the pureblood in her. Or at least, she assumes it is.
"And I agree. Depending on how you use that knowledge is most definitely far more significant. Some people could use it for ‘bad‘. Others…they could use it to help. Perhaps fight in the metaphorical war between werewolves and wizards, for their rights. Just depends on which side you choose." And Alex already knew her side. She supposed she’d known it since she read the first biased words from the book on werewolves. She didn’t find it fair at all. Why? She had no clue. Alexandria grew up learning werewolves, vampires and the like were dangerous creatures. In fact, she’d never really argued against the point when she was younger. Now though, now that she was reading and began to learn more about these magical creatures, Alex wanted to know more. Now that she knew about the laws and everything concerning magical creatures, she found it unfair.
Perhaps it was a view she obtained on her own, growing up. She’d never really hated muggleborns either. Unlike some pureblood families, such as the Blacks, or even the Thomas’. Either way, Alex knew she had chosen her side sometime along her years at Hogwarts. Perhaps even before. She was going to fight for the rights of not only werewolves, but vampires and veela as well. It was only fair for them, seeing as they may not have the full blood of a human, but they were still human nonetheless. "No…I mean, we haven’t actually began learning about it…yet. I just…I don’t know…I’m curious, I suppose."
But it was more than that. Alexandria just needed to be able to figure out what. Which is going to be difficult, considering she’d rather detach herself from her emotions.
One thing was for sure. She needed to write her thoughts down on paper and then burn it. Just so she wouldn’t be so confused as she was now. Especially around this soft-eyed boy.
TAGGED, remus
NOTES, sorry for the wait lovely! And that site is adorable! <3 XD
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Post by moony on May 31, 2012 17:03:22 GMT
how conspicuously intriguing, to be seating next to such an extraordinary lady. certainly, no one he knew had been this curious about the cursed servants of the moon before, even more confusing that one such dazzler as herself would find the lack of data challenging. yes, there was fire, and it flared brightly in her eyes. that, he can safely say that he'd seen before, in lily's eyes whenever slughorn would introduce them to a difficult potion to brew, or in james' eyes whenever the quiditch field waited for his arrival. in other words, she had passion, and a very deadly at that. and yet, he couldn't get himself to help her any further than this. in fact, he rather doubted that her words would suffice for her heart's truest belief: that she took, feared the monsters that hid in the shadows. it was very chivalrous of her, but she knew not of what it felt like. she knew not of how much disgrace it had caused for his family's name. curious, you say.. he looked toward the platter of garlic bread, reaching himself two slices and pausing as he looked down his plate, then taking a bite off the bread, chewing slowly. perhaps it was not his best move to quiet the fire of the subject at hand, but it was by the safest one he could find. he didn't want to sound brash and offensive on the matter, but he had always thought it better if people were to speak of something with an actual, practical knowledge of it; so to speak, more than the theoretical discussion. because the truth of the matter was? even though he loathed the prejudice against those who carried the curse, he also thought it for the good of others.
in this case, fear may have the most obnoxiously insensitive form for dispatching his kind into external exile, but it was for the best. because in light of the matter, sooner or later, those carrying the curse, those who've been holding on so desperately on their humanity, would lose the fight and succumb to the animal within. it was only a matter of time, and every day, he feared for it to come to him. he tried for a smile, as he digested the expressed words. he didn't think that she would be so easy to sway, and so perhaps it was the heat of the two parties that she couldn't quite determine which was which. he did not even think that was possible, seeing as her supporting for the rights of werewolves were more evident than they appeared. a while ago, she had been speaking of oblivion being more significant than having knowledge, and now she was agreeing more for the latter. curious, indeed. she was younger, so he supposed that he shouldn't be at all surprised at her level of understanding or agumentative persuasion. he wasn't undermining; he was simply, directing his expectations the other way. it is not simply a matter of "hiding" for one night, you know, he continued lowly, turning his face to her, a rather vague smile on his face. do you imagine that you will be able to remain calm and conform to the norm that is the generalized way of living, for every month that you will turn into a monster? he asked her politely, raising his cup to his lips, and downing some brown liquid. vampires drew a special royalty among themselves, and veelas.. well, they were more loved than hated. goblins had found themselves a place in the society of the magic, and even the giants in the mountains banded together, even so dim-wittedly and lacking intellect. but for werewolves.. he knew, as far as he was concerned, that a pack of werewolves radiant disgust, contempt, shame and difinitive wrath.
she did not know of fenrir greyback, or the malice he wrought and spread; she did not know of his hedonism in bringing victimized children into a world of self-loathing, and loathing from judging eyes. she did not know that most of the werewolves running amok these days, were doing fenrir's bidding. your gallantry for redirecting the society's thoughts on the cursed is very pleasing to hear, he paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes in slight pain, [color=BF6A30but i fear that it is not accepting when you love the one and despise the other. that is not accepting. he closed his eyes for a brief moment as he turned his face to direct above his plate once again, opening his eyes to his bread. that is judgment. he sipped his tea, aware that he may caused a stab or two on a nerve. he decided, then, to explain himself further. but only just. for the rest of their lives, they will be in constant fear of losing what's left of their sanity, of what's left of their benevolence in the form of humanity. believe me when i say, he looked up to her with his disarming smile, a soft gleam in his eyes, that i am fully considering both accounts, miss..? he then realized, that in his rudeness and the abrupt start of their meet, their identification cards were neglected.
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note: derp. like a boss. i hope that was not too much drawling. i thought remus wouldn't be too chatty and giving her more information than she should. xD
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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on Jun 7, 2012 20:15:30 GMT
Alexandria couldn’t help but smile a but sheepishly. She was curious about it, but there was just something more. From the tone of his voice, she found herself with a slightly sheepish smile. It seemed as if he already noticed that ‘something more’, even if she, herself, didn’t know what it was. Really though, Alex found this to be a very interesting topic to continue learning about. There was endless information and so much to fight about. She kept going back to a possible career in dealing with half-breeds such as vampires, veela, and werewolves. Any other part magical creature part wizard as well. Perhaps she’d talk to Theo about it. "Would interested be a better word then? Curious…interested…intrigued…" she shrugged her shoulders, as if to say that there really was no difference between the three words. But yes. She was curious and something more. Maybe he’d give her a hint about that something more before she even realized it…hopefully. Aralynn told her she was painfully oblivious to her own emotions. Alex didn’t think she was that bad, but you never know. Having this soft-eyed boy give her a hint as to another foreign emotion to her would be of great help.
"I know…sort of; it’s a few nights, before and after, right?" her brows furrowed a bit as she thought of it. She sort of knew what was going on during full moons, obviously that was the time of the transformation. However, any other night near the full moon and she wasn’t so sure. Still, the majority of the time they were humans. What was so difficult about that? With a sudden jolt, Alex wanted to hide her hands in her face. She was acting much too stubborn; like a know-it-all, who didn’t want to be proved wrong. "But that’s what I want to find out. See from their perspective, though I can’t have a first hand experience at it…" She knew how her family felt about werewolves. It wasn’t all that pretty, and Alex didn’t want to lose them. Most especially Theo and her father. She didn’t know what she would do. But she didn’t want to even think about leaving her family like that. She knew she would though. To keep them safe if she were ever turned or anything of that sort. Exactly as this soft eyed boy said.
Green eyes turned and glanced towards the Gryffindor. He sure knew a lot. The more she thought about it, the more she found his points to be rather…true. Even something as simple as hiding away to protect loved ones. Anyone would do that, but the older boy was right. They had no choice -- werewolves. "Hm. I suppose it is…" she pondered, her thoughts now swirling around the Gryffindor that sat next to her. She had taken another thought so quickly that she really didn’t bother acting offended. If he were as smart as he seemed, then he would’ve been aware of it. The Ravenclaw looked at him curiously, for perhaps the first time. She already knew how he looked, but there was something else about him. Something that just told her he would know about something like this. Like he knew a lot. "The untold story…I can’t imagine what a werewolf would feel like…losing their sanity, hm…" she stared at her food in thought, not touching it at all. So many thoughts and questions were floating around her head. Some of them being about the Gryffindor she had spent the afternoon talking with.
"Both accounts huh? How is it easy for you…at least, how does it seem so easy for you to think on both accounts?" she asked, curiosity clearly in her gaze. She couldn’t help but wonder. Were his parents really all that open minded about things like this? Alexandria was certain it had something to do with growing up. After all, she grew up with a rather normal pureblood family that brought her and her siblings up as any pureblood was expected to. She grew up already taught about these things, but only from one perspective. The only other perspective she’d ever gotten was from books. But this boy…this Gryffindor seemed to have the whole ‘take both sides into account’ thing down pat. As if he knew about it. "Oh, where are my manners! Mother would have a heart attack if she ever found out…" she mumbled slightly to herself, inwardly berating herself even more for not introducing herself at all.
"I’m sorry; that was very rude of me. I’m Alexandria Nott. I go by Alex." she smiled lightly at him, poking around her food for a bit. She couldn’t believe she had forgotten to introduce herself. "It’s a pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand to shake, a slight narrowing of her eyes the only thing that didn’t seem welcoming. Though, her green eyes swam with thoughts and curiosity. "If you don’t mind my asking, what year are you in?" He certainly wasn’t a fifth year, such as herself. She knew he was older. Obviously a sixth or seventh year. Though she had it narrowed down, she really was curious about what year he was in. He seemed to know far too much.
TAGGED, remus
NOTES, sorry for the delay! and sorry it's sort of suck-ish. I just need to get back on track. ^^
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Post by moony on Jun 22, 2012 15:07:02 GMT
he took the outstretched hand with an amused chuckle, and shook it slowly, although for the few seconds that he stopped, he was still holding her hand. it was during that moment, that he took his time reading the painting of her eyes, the given expression, the underlying emotion, the truth behind the veiled orbs. he then retracted gently, folding his arms on the table once again, smirking slightly. now it made sense, the fact that he knew she had seen those eyes of her eyes. or at least, the shade of contrasting emotions and spark that expressed superiority and a deep sense of class and panache. the fact that she was aralynn's sister didn't quite shock him as he now thought he should be, but as it was, he wasn't the type to be written down in the friends column of her sister's book. yet, he did surprise himself by being thoroughly relaxed in one such company, despite the realized claims. how amusing it was, to think that she possessed the complete utter empathy and sincerety that her sister did not, and certainly was not one to wear her heart on her sleeve. though now that he pondered about it, he was sure she wasn't exactly able to be obvious to place a finger on her emotions.
just a year above yours, i believe, he answered as he took another sip of his tea, then taking another bite of the garlic bread. yes, how do you know both accounts of this story, remus? he sighed in slight exasperation, realizing his limit line. she deserved no such sight of a "first-hand experience" with a werewolf during a full moon, to watch in horror the transformation of a human being being eaten alive by the beast within, all humanity drained by a simply click of the brain. or.. did she mean to actually become one? he blinked, and shook his head in sorrowful shame. no one deserved to feel the searing pain in their heads that burned and consumed their whole mind whole, to feel fire blaze through their nerves, to feel as if their bodies had been dumped in acid, to feel their heart about to burst inside a mutating ribcage-- to have nothing but bloodlust, rage and hunger in turmoil and controlling their very being. he pursed his lips, and turns his eyes away. he recounted both accounts, because he knew what it was like to feel rejected in the eyes of the public, to have judging eyes burning on the back of his neck, to hear empty words and shattered promises come at him again and again. no one deserved to be looked at with fear and anger, hate and emptiness, distrust and disgust. it was one thing to wonder, but to actually consider living a life in the shadows? from what he what he'd gathered, the notts were educated to the level of class and expectation of a pureblood family, disregarded much of "the dirt and scum" who had muggle blood coursing through their system. given the circumstances, he couldn't help but feel queer and puzzled.
the third nott apparently did not meet the requirements of those that would expect otherwise. then again, he could only consider their approval to anything with intelligence higher than theirs, with a lot of money in their pockets.
he was slow to lock their eyes once more, a faint smile involuntary curving his lips. was this to be punishment for what has transpired that night at the shack, with luke? which means i've had to read extensively on this, and i guess.. like you, i got curious. accompanied with a soft smile, he couldn't have done a better job of veiling the words between the lines. well, perhaps.. curious being an understatement there. umm, he paused for a bit, narrowing his eyes in thought, i think i was failing castell's class that time, so he gave me a make-up project, one topic. veelas or werewolves, and i wasn't.. still not, i guess, that fond of ladies who tranform into scary human-birds when infuriated. he huffed in slight amusement, at an ease for making such a bizzare comment to one who could very well impersonate the very being he had just talked about.
something so beautiful, that the very thought of it being tarnished was heartbreaking. she possesed no sunken eyes, bloodshot eyes, slouched posture, loner atmosphere of any kind, and that was how it was supposed to be. for the beauty to remain as she is, to never have to experience eternal pain. as far as he knew, he was the only one of his kind in the castle, and in retrospect, althougb he would have wanted an alternative life, he was glad to be surrounded by people who knew not of his condition, who live normally and showed him the side of humanity that held humanity so carelessly, they didn't even have to be always self-conscious about it. in a way, that made him forget.
and forgetting, if not erasing, helped. even just if just a little.
oi, lupin! his head snapped to the side, to the direction of the great hall doors, where the marauders had gathered and seeming to study his conversing with a lady. it wasn't until this interruption that he noticed some of his batch mates were clearing out of the hall, too. think she's had about enough of you ranting her ear off, don't you? he raised his eyebrows in disbelief, but nevertheless rounded to the golden beauty, with the emerald eyes and sculpted face that made him think of a sculptor he'd once seen in rome. i hope i've at least sated a considerable amount of what you seek, he nodded once, slowly, then stood, unable to register any normal exit. a few heads turned his way, which made him hasten to make him think on his feet. i would hate to think that you would need to consider having to experience what it's actually like to be a monster, to "see from their perspective", when you're understanding of their nature has already satisfied it. he paused before turning, quite not able to get his feet to turn. braving through uncharted waters for a noble cause is a very brave thing to do, but you must see your limits too. and with a final smile, he turned his heel and walked to his much-anticipated exit, though one he took just a little reluctantly.
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note: short.. ending? i'm sorry, i shoulda maybe pmed you beforehand, but i think i've had you waiting long enough, don't you? >: -flails- we will have more threads, no question to that. and i 'ave many many things to discuss with you, actually xD errr, so if you need to tell me anythin', drop by remus' account, yes? (: the two have talked each other's ear off, i reckon. :]
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