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000. O TEMPORA! O MOONY!
Remus John Lupin
b. March 10, 1960
Gryffindor, year 6
Remus John Lupin
b. March 10, 1960
Gryffindor, year 6
.Relationships. John Lupin. Remus's father, from whom his middle name originated. John, a pureblood, is a kind man with a receding hairline and thick glasses who works for the Ministry of Magic in the Goblin Liason Office, part of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. John also offends werewolves with nasty habits of biting little children in his spare time. Remus's father was never the sort of man who thought that you needed to tell your children that you loved them, except perhaps on birthdays and special occasions. It was implied, wasn't it? In the school of stiff-upper-lip British men, John was not cold, but neither was he warm and fuzzy. He was generally straight-backed and well within the realm of propriety, though he wasn't usually one to criticize those who weren't... unless they really needed criticizing. Unfortunately, John Lupin found himself especially irritable with a recent increase in werewolf bites that he saw coming through the Department, and loudly and openly denounced Fenrir Greyback as the cause for this upward trend. An enthusiastic young journalist who happened to be doing research at the ministry regarding the changing policy in magical creature regulation happened to be witness to this rant, and used him as a source in an article, stating his slightly inflated opinion as grounds for tighter restrictions for werewolves such as Greyback who demonstrated consistently violent patterns of behavior. Because Greyback caught wind of this, the six-year-old son of John and Mary Lupin, a little boy called Remus, was punished. Those who knew John best would say that this incident caused him to distance himself more from his son, perhaps because he never truly forgave himself for what happened because of his own transgressions against the werewolf. Mary Lupin. Remus's mother, who came up with the boy's first name, is a muggle English teacher for year ten students. Though she would never say this to Remus, when she found out that she was pregnant with John's child in their fourth year of marriage, she had sort of hoped that the child would be a girl. In all fairness, this was because she assumed that boys were rowdy, boisterous troublesome things who broke furniture and burned books, both incidences that would have made Mary Lupin dissolve into a fit of tears. Remus, fortunately, could not possibly be any less this way, even though his best friends are the veritable embodiment of all those things which Mary found most worrisome in the prospect of male children. Mary loves Remus very much, but it isn't the loud, overwhelming, squeeze-you-till-your-eyes-pop-out sort of love that James receives from his mother. It was more the read-you-a-book-when-you're-sick-in-bed sort of love, and Remus was content with that. This being the case, Mary Lupin was the most likely source of Remus's fondness for books. James Potter. One of Remus Lupin's best friends. Sometimes, a part of him really envies James, because he could never possibly be like James, and being James seems so much easier than being himself. He could never be funny and easy and reckless and physical like James. Not when he feels like a foreigner in his own skin, like a grown man in a boy suit. Spending time with James is fun, but the aftermath never fails in reminding Remus of what it must be like to live through a tornado. You remember things like, oh, there used to be a lamp where that pile of glass shards is currently residing. Or else, oh, that massive puddle of something that looks suspiciously unlike water isn't supposed to be on my floor. That said, James is probably the most normal among them, which Remus thinks is sort of sad, considering his woeful ineptitude with the female species. But Remus does what he can to help James Potter in the epic battle for Lily Evans's heart. Sirius Black. One of Remus Lupin's best friends. Actually, despite the fact that Sirius is the one who leaves him most thoroughly and most consistently confused, Sirius is probably his best friend. He does not like to give it a lot of thought, though. He knows he isn't Sirius's best friend (or James's or Peter's, for that matter), and he can't help but feel a little twinge of something like selfish disappointment when he realizes that he isn't his best friend's best friend. It isn't jealousy, really. He knows he could never be James. It's weird to think of him like that, because James and Peter are obviously also his best friends, but it's different with Sirius. He doesn't know what it is, but Remus is more comfortable and a tiny bit more open around Sirius than he is around the others. Sirius makes him feel more or less accepted, if not entirely understood, even though he does give him hell about everything. He likes to see Sirius happy - not mischievous happy, just happy - and he seeks Sirius's approval a little more than he'd ever admit. Peter Pettigrew. One of Remus Lupin's best friends. Remus ends up helping Peter with lessons more than he helps any of his other friends, which is unsurprising. James and Sirius, Remus thinks, have more natural aptitude for magic than Remus does, but they don't apply themselves. Accordingly, Remus is left with the oftentimes challenging, but always rewarding task of instructing those who have more difficulty with various concepts than he does. He doesn't approve of letting his friends copy his homework - which isn't to say that he hasn't allowed it from time to time - but he actually does enjoy helping them when they need it, and Peter is usually the friend who needs it. Remus allows himself a certain amount of pride whenever he is able to explain something formerly confusing to someone else in a way that they can understand, and he almost never says no to a student who asks for his help. In any case, Remus likes Peter. Peter is a very good friend, but Peter also frustrates him sometimes. Mostly when he's looking at Remus in a way that makes him concerned that he is the least interesting person in the universe, which Remus may well be imagining. Girls. Are you joking? Remus has a strained relationship with himself. He has never had a real girlfriend. Girls in general, he feels, especially at his age, are highly overrated for much more than conversation and friendship. This is an opinion which he has occasionally voiced to Sirius in between grammatical criticisms, but has never even considered repeating to James, who is too far gone to be helped. Truth be told, he'd really rather have girl friends than girlfriends. He doesn't want to drool in his sleep over girls like Peter, or suddenly become very, very helpful like Sirius, or start to babble incessantly like James. Girls are just people, but with breasts. This isn't to say, of course, that he never thinks about girls. He's always had, for example, a certain standing fondness for Elizabeth Bennet that has only grown over time. However, even if he were to find a girl that he liked, a relationship would really be out of the question for someone with his condition. He wouldn't wish himself on anyone. .History. Blood. Halfblood, and a halfbreed. His mother is a muggle and his father is a wizard. Family. Born on March 10, 1960 as the only child of John and Mary Lupin, Remus lived a happy and fairly boring life in Blackpool, Lancashire, England, where his family had lived for some time. His parents were his only surviving family beyond a few cousins who lived too far off to see very often, and he learned to entertain himself at home pretty early on, reading any books he could get his hands on. His mother, a muggle school teacher, encouraged this, borrowing stacks at a time of books from the school library for her son, who devoured them ravenously. His father, a pureblood wizard named John Lupin, was a kind man with a receding hairline (which Remus, fortunately, did not inherit because it's X linked) and thick glasses who worked for the ministry in what Remus had always assumed was a dull, paper-pushing sort of job. However, he made an important decision during this time that drastically changed the course of Remus's life. He offended Fenrir Greyback, who in turn, bit Remus Lupin a month after his sixth birthday while the family was on holiday. His parents, especially his father, blame themselves to this day. From then on, transformations began. He always had to be home an hour before sunset once a month just to be safe, had to stay in a basement with a new door that long, sharp nails couldn't claw through, had to have visits to a special doctor in the Dai Llewellyn Ward for serious bites, and was stuck with a mark that would follow him around for the rest of his life beginning on the lower ribs of his left side. At present, Remus does not know who the werewolf was that bit him. More notably, he has always felt a certain amount of pity for him, as he knows that a werewolf has little or no control over his actions after he has transformed. It has been his assumption that the knowledge that he bit someone when he transformed must be torturing the poor fellow, as Remus knows that it would torture him if he had been the one who bit someone, a fear that constantly assails him during sleepless nights when the full moon is nearing. (Of course, this is wasted pity, because Fenrir Greyback is a crazy bastard.) History. Fearing that Remus would be rejected from school because of his condition, Remus's parents worked very hard not to get his hopes up, speaking very little of the school that his father attended and downplaying the demonstrations of Remus's magical ability that popped up from time to time. However, his parents were practically tearful with joy when Remus received his Hogwarts letter from Albus Dumbledore. The special arrangements that the headmaster made allowed Remus to attend school, and he was sorted (though with some difficulty) into Gryffindor with such adorable scamps as James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Though it was a bit of a stretch for him, Remus befriended these three, facilitating in some of their more harmless pranks (and some of the less harmless ones) and doing his best to talk them out of others. However, he never actually planned to tell them about his lycanthropy, fearing that he would loose the only friends that he had ever really had. Despite his best efforts to keep it a secret, it was early in their second year when James, Sirius and Peter finally discovered the truth about where Remus actually disappeared to every month. Remus was pleasantly shocked when they didn't dump him on his arse right then and there. Sirius and James were actually smirking - which was worrisome enough in and of itself. But it would be three more years before Remus discovered what would be the meaning of that smirk that passed between Sirius and James. His time at Hogwarts continued to pass fairly uneventfully... well, as uneventful as time can pass for a werewolf and marauder. Every month, he left school to "visit a sick aunt." The transformation from human to werewolf was difficult and painful, and if isolated, the wolf become frustrated and harmed itself when unable to attack. The villagers mistook Lupin's howling as extremely violent ghosts. The house was dubbed "the Shrieking Shack" and became known as the most haunted building in Britain. Although it was not actually haunted, Dumbledore promoted this rumor to discourage curious villagers from exploring. Eventually, the old haunt would become the marauder's secret hangout. It was shortly before the full moon in their fifth year that it was declared they were officially becoming animagi. Remus gave a long-suffering look, but they seemed eager, and Remus had never been good at keeping them from doing things they really put their mind to. Initially doubtful of the legitimacy of this plan, he opted to forget about it in interest of other pursuits and in an effort to keep himself from disappointment - not only because it was highly illegal, and if he'd believed them, he would have been forced to attempt to prevent it. However, much to his surprise, where once had stood James Potter, now stood a rather majestic stag. Sirius took to the transformations just as easily, and though his prefectly virtue told him that this was probably a bad idea, Remus was a quarter past caring. Certainly when he realized that for once in his life, he really had friends who cared about him enough to risk something this. In retrospect, he thinks that it was very selfish of him to allow them to risk that much for him, and he also feels guilty for violating Dumbledore's trust. He doesn't deserve such good friends, he thinks, and it is out of both love and gratitude that he lets them get away with so much. However, even with several good friends who didn't seem to care about his status as a werewolf, Remus realizes that most people are not nearly as accepting as his friends are of such a condition. In light of recent Ministry movements, he has lived with the constant concern that, once they had grown weary of marginalizing muggleborns, halfbreeds would become the ministry's new target of choice. Would those required family histories eventually turn into required tagging for werewolves? Would the reason for his self-loathing become an object of public scorn? Remus reads the paper religiously, watching the headlines for news of recent ministry resolutions that might mean the end of life as he currently knows it. He has tried to keep his friends from realizing the cause of his concern, but he's been known to occasionally wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare that he's been tagged, or that he's been put down to prevent harm to others. Sometimes, he thinks he probably deserves it, but it's certainly not mad enough to choose such a future for himself. Dumbledore doesn't think he's too dangerous... .Personal. Personality. As a child who grew up with Lycanthropy, Remus never had many friends. Holding people at an arm's length is something he had grown accustomed to, never saying more about himself than he really had to and mostly engaging in either witty banter over silly, pointless topics or intelligent discussions over broad, important topics. He harbors a certain amount of resentment towards the world for making him what he is, a werewolf, and struggles with bouts of self-loathing because of it. However, a major turning point for him was the day he found out that his three closest friends, the remaining marauders, had trained to become animagi (unregistered and highly illegal, no less), just to make his transformations easier. So he really had friends with whom he didn't share a last name, for once in his life. He spent much of his youth alone and looking for ways to entertain himself. Remus has a strong interest in books of all sorts, especially books with fading covers, cracked binding, fragile, yellowing pages and the faint smell of old wood that every good library possesses. Essentially, he likes the classics. Extra points if the book was written before he was born. One of his favorite books, for the time being, is Pride and Prejudice. It is due in part, though he would never admit it for fear of being mercilessly teased, to a strong fondness on his part for Mr. Darcy. Though he's sure that it's entirely platonic, and perhaps more of a jealousy, since he also loves Elizabeth Bennett and their irritable banter that barely hides rapturous feelings so rarely found in life. Some of his other favorites include The Count of Monte Cristo, The Importance of Being Earnest, Wuthering Heights, Romeo and Juliet, Les Miserables, Anna Karenina and the Lord of the Rings trilogy. He does not, however, like Dickens. Not blessed with the same blind self-confidence as many of his peers, which Remus would like to explain as some sort of chemical imbalance on their part, he is often one to avoid confrontation and assume in an argument that he is wrong, thus, he finds books much easier to deal with than people on the whole, and spends a lot of time in his familiar corner of the library. Books are also much quieter than annoying boys and much less likely to make fun of your jumper. Remus is very smart, especially where books are concerned, but he doesn't have quite the same natural magical talent that James and Sirius seem to possess. He works much harder for his grades, which are excellent, and often pulls his friends through at the last minute with those essential History of Magic notes, but when it comes to Potions, he feels pretty hopeless. His best subjects are Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, though last he checked, he also had one of the highest averages in his class for History of Magic. He also reads a moderate amount of Latin, though he doesn't like to talk about it, as it is the sort of thing that gets you teased until you want to hang yourself with your school tie. Remus puts up with a lot. Surprised that he was able to find any friends at all given his condition, he does his best to hold onto them. This caused his appointment as prefect to be a bit of a conflict of interests. He didn't want to get his friends in trouble, and obviously, they deserved to be in trouble a lot of the time, but with the badge, he had to. And to be perfectly honest, he did like a certain amount of order. But even with the badge, he gives out a lot of warnings and lets small things slide with a certain defeated little noise and an exasperated eye roll, or a long-suffering sigh. One thing Remus has always been glad of is that no one knows any real reason to hate him, and following that, no one really seems to. He is a likable person. He works very hard to be. Obviously the Slytherins aren't keen on him as a member of the infamous marauders, but they are not as mean to him as they could be. He doesn't hate anyone arbitrarily, either. Though he has developed something of a dislike for Snape, he wouldn't say he hated him, and he has a great deal of respect for his natural talent in potions, an area in which Remus flounders. The older he has gotten, the more introspective has grown, because he has more and more to hide and more people to hide it from. There was more injustice in the world, and your own personal grief had to be put aside for the greater grief of the universe. Remus holds a lot of things back and has never been able to fully share himself with other people, partly because he was just never important enough to merit an in depth discussion. His tendency to shut people out from his most private and personal life is probably one thing that would encourage rumors about his loyalty, but openness is simply difficult for him. It isn't his fault. He does, however, open up more to his friends than those outside of his inner circle would think. Remus isn't usually the person who suggests a dangerous prank, or the person who personally charms the Slytherins' underwear pink, but when he is alone with his close friends, he won't hesitate to laugh and joke around. Though, not usually at the expense of others. Well, sometimes with Sirius at the expense of James and his never ending quest to win fair maiden's heart, but that's different. Remus is not afraid to tag along for a prank every so often, even if he would usually rather be involved in the research and development stage, and he doesn't let the opportunity for a perfect one-liner pass. Meyers-Briggs Personality Type. ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed." Most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life, as they are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, and their form of "service" is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy. They specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical. ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted--even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating ("If you want it done right, do it yourself"). And although they're hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they're getting, it's somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don't call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses. In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others. ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles. They are capable of forming strong loyalties, but these are personal rather than institutional loyalties; if someone they've bonded with in this way leaves the company, the ISFJ will leave with them, if given the option. Traditional careers for an ISFJ include: teaching, social work, most religious work, nursing, medicine (general practice only), clerical and and secretarial work of any kind, and some kinds of administrative careers. ISFJs are warm and demonstrative within the family circle--and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being "nice" as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment: the closer the relationship and the more public the act, the more intense the embarrassment (a fact which many of their teenage children take gleeful advantage of). Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven't known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for "sulking," the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided "good manners." An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem. Strengths. Weaknesses. Likes. Chocolate, most antiquated things, Charms class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Intellectual discussions, nature (in manageable doses), Philosophers, Shakespearian lexicons, unusual words, verbosity in SOME cases, propriety much of the time, though he lets his friends get away with a lot, old fashioned letter-writing Music: Jazz, Classical, Big Band and Swing, especially: Benny Goodman Orchestra, Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, Thelonious Monk, Glen Miller, Ella Fitzgerald, Debussy Literature & Poetry: John Keats, Arthur Rimbaud & Paul Verlaine, 16th century literature, 17th century literature, 18th century literature, Bronte, Byron, biographies, books, Chaucer, Cicero, Dante, "Don Quixote," Dunne, Edgar Allen Poe, Catullus, Bram Stoker, Charles Baudelaire, "Emma," Ernest Hemmingway (even though he lost points in Remus' book for being a complete arse to F. Scott Fitzgerald), Fiction in general, Horace, J.D. Salinger, Jack London, Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, Mary Shelley, Oscar Wilde, "Pride and Prejudice," Satire, Shakespeare, Sonnets, Tennyson, The Canterbury Tales, Tolkien, Vanity Fair (the book, not the girly magazine), Vergil, Voltaire, Whitman, William Wallace, Wordsworth and William Butler Yeats. Intellectualism, Research and Philosophy: the Age of Reason, Albert Camus, Albert Einstein, Benjamin Franklin, Bernard Mandeville, George Bernard Shaw, Francis Bacon, John Paul Sartre, Mendelian Genetics, Newton, Nietzsche (even though he probably had Syphilis and was entirely too pessimistic), Rousseau, The Enlightenment, Thomas Morgan, Thomas Paine, Thoreau (even though Emerson pushed him around) and Winston Churchill. History (and Travel): British History, the Carolingian Empire, Catherine the Great, Denmark, Latvia, Lithuania, India, Frederick the Great, The French Revolution (largely for its historical significance), Habsburg Empire, King Louis XVI, Latvia, Medieval Europe, Napoleon, The Georgian Period, The Reformation, The Renaissance, and the classics. Art: Thomas Gainsborough, Titian, David (the French painter, David, pronounced like Daveed), Cassatt, Degas, Renoir, Rodin, Michelangelo, Monet, Renoir, Waterhouse and the Pre-Raphaelites Dislikes. Dickens (who he swears writes like he is being paid by the word, or something), sand, bad chocolate (if there's such a thing), cats, insanity (most of the time), disruptiveness, impropriety, things that are loud and obnoxious, being avoided, being shunned because of what he is OR who he is, Potions, the fact that a werewolf can't get a job anywhere doing anything. Appearance. Standing at 5' 9¼" (176 cm), Remus John Lupin is, at approximately sixteen years old, a young man with medium length dusty brown hair that tends to curl and wave, especially when it's humid, framing a fairly nondescript jaw. He has warm brown eyes, which turn almost golden around the full moon, fair skin that doesn't get much sun, and a penchant for argyle and faded jumpers: some have gone so far as to suggest that he raids his grandfather's closet for his wardrobe selections, though this is largely untrue, even if his mother did buy a few of his sweater vests at an estate sale a few blocks from their home in Blackpool. He is covered in scars of varying sizes, all of which he's fairly ashamed of, especially a pronounced scar that begins on the lower ribs of his left side that is shaped like a crescent moon. He has a sort of large nose without much shape to the tip of it and a fine, faded scar running from one cheek to the other. He doesn't have the same pronounced, striking features that James and Sirius do, and he hates to admit that he's a bit envious. Envy, he believes, is different than jealousy. Envy is when you want something that you know you can never have. He is fairly thin, sometimes sickly looking, and he doesn't have the attractive athletic look of James or Sirius. However, he has a nice, lean build, accompanied with the awkward angularity and jutting shoulder blades of a boy who grew a great deal while he wasn't paying attention. He's relatively shy around people he's not familiar with, but he's more open and talkative with his friends. Even so, he comes off as being sweet, but introverted and introspective. His introversion has only increased with age, because there has been no one he wanted to share things with. He got used to being quiet about himself and spending long periods of time alone. This isn't to say that he can't talk to people. He’s good at it, which would make him a good teacher. He knows the right things to say, he just sometimes has trouble saying them. He doesn’t hate himself. He just isn’t happy with himself. Political Philosophy. Remus could not possibly care less about blood purity. He cares about it even less than he cares about quidditch terminology, and that isn't very much. He believes that everyone should be treated equally regardless of blood status, and the current situation in the ministry has him fearful for his own wellbeing, and that of others. As a halfbreed, he realizes that many consider him even more potentially subversive than muggleborns. Positions. Gryffindor Prefect, even though he has considerable difficulty keeping his friends from doing things he knows they shouldn't. It isn't that he is afraid to tell them not to do things, it's merely that he can't tell them not to do things. Remus was so happy to find that he was able to make friends that he's rather too keen on keeping them to start telling them not to do things they already know they shouldn't do. Honestly, he doesn't think he makes a fantastic prefect. He is good with the younger students, and he's good at keeping order for the most part, but standing up to his friends has never been his strong suit. He thinks he was the default choice, since Dumbledore would have been mad to give James, Sirius or Peter the post. Affiliations. He's a prefect and a marauder, if that's what you mean. The Knights of Walpurgis would no sooner let him join than allow a janitor to perform open-heart surgery. Abilities. Since he was a child, Remus has been distinguished from his peers in a very distinct way: he actually likes classical music. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata has given him chills for as long as he can remember, and his mother realized that his love for music might feed naturally into a career as a concert pianist. Accordingly, Remus took piano lessons from a rather crabby old woman who lived a block down the street. Though she may have spent more time criticizing his posture and the length of his fingernails than actually teaching him piano, he did eventually become fairly comfortable playing one, but he doesn't have a natural aptitude for it. He's a decent piano player who hasn't done much playing in the past several years and would be rather rusty if he started back up now. Otherwise, Remus knows a little bit of a few languages other than English. He can read a bit of Latin, or as much as he could teach himself over long, boring summer afternoons with a copy of the Ovid's Amores in English, the Amores in Latin, and a Latin-English dictionary. This, however, is pretty much where his foreign language aptitude ends. He used to take French, which means he can probably count to twenty in French if he thinks about it, but do little else. He can also say, "I would like to travel to Norway" in Norwegian, which seems spectacularly unhelpful, as anyone to whom he would say this would be in England, and therefor, English-speaking. Quirks/Facts. When Remus thinks about what he would do if he suddenly came into a great deal of money, as he used to do frequently while he was reading Great Expectations, he thinks first and foremost about buying a first edition copy of Pride and Prejudice and The Three Musketeers. This is peculiar in that, among other things, he wouldn't actually be able to read a first edition copy of the latter, as it was written in a language he does not actually speak. Remus absolutely abhors grammatical errors, misprints and bad writing. If you get too many of them too close together on a page, he can't read it. He truly cannot make himself read it. People who have witnessed the event say that you can tell when he's reading something that is poorly written because a vein in his temple starts to throb. He chews on his thumbnails through the holes he's picked in the edges of his jumpers when he gets nervous. Just his thumbnails, notably, and not any of his other nails. He reads National Geographic for the articles. He knows what poem he wants to be read at his funeral: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. Whose woods these are I think I know. .Soundtrack. I am a Rock: Simon and Garfunkel A winters day in a deep and dark december / I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below / On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. [...] I have my books and my poetry to protect me / I am shielded in my armor / Hiding in my room, safe within my womb / I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock / I am an island. Brothers on a Hotel Bed: Death Dab for Cutie You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be / No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise / The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw / Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end / But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize / When he catches his reflection on accident The Shape I Found You in: Girlyman You were spoken for / I spent twenty lifetimes at your door / But your heart was busy within / Building bomb shelters under your skin / That's the shape I found you in Best Imitation of Myself: Ben Folds I feel like a quote out of context / With holding the rest / So I can be for you what you want to see / I got the gestures and sounds / Got the timing down / Its uncanny, yeah / Youd think it was me Reckless: Tilly and the Wall Oh reckless, a boy wonder, so quiet, nose broken / Oh, you're standing there, look tired as your singing / And you're on fire, they're throwing punches /So backwards the landscape you thought you knew, it starts unwinding / Now you're jumping through their hoops / You're just trying to dodge all their questions / They're shooting bullets / Cause we all want to hear but you can't, you can't / And we all want to see but you don't, you don't / You are amazing .OOC. Disclaimer: Images are all made by me, because No One Else Ever In The History Of The Universe has made images of the people I use as PB's. It's the downside of using insanely obscure people. Though I do not purport to own Remus Lupin, that would be rather spiffy. Personality type info from http://typelogic.com/isfj.html. |