Post by Remus John Lupin on Oct 27, 2010 19:59:51 GMT 1
We were once young and blessed with wings
No heights could keep us from their reach
No sacred place we did not soar
Remus yawned slightly. He was bored and fed up with studying, even if he was still stubbornly staring at his book with the warm June sun shining on the back of his head. Oh, normally he would've been dragged off to some boyish adventure by now, and he remembered he'd always felt so annoyed when it happened - and now he missed it!
Oh well, at least he now knew he was ready for his OWL's a hundred percent. Remus actually felt pretty relaxed. He had seen some of his classmates and was glad to say he was feeling better than they looked. Surprisingly, he wasn't doing all that bad. He hadn't properly spoken to his friends (or to Annelise, for that matter) for quite some time, but Remus was able to make himself believe it was all the OWL's fault. As long as he could keep that up, he was fine. Everything would go back to normal after the exams, right? Or, eh, if they'd miss each other, somehow, things would be fine when the next school year started? Wouldn't they?
His hair had grown lighter due to the many hours he'd spent in these exact lawns, on his stomach, reading through his summaries and books without hardly any interruption. Remus had decided that his mood should match his hair - lighter. His exams were going to be fine, his friends would come round eventually, Annelise wouldn't have forgotten him (though she had any reason to, with both the OWL's and the grief for her brother on her mind). Things would work out, right?
Sixth year. Was he really sixteen already? Remus remembered the time when he was young, maybe nine or ten, and he believed he'd be a child forever, that life like it was at home would never end. He had been bored with life at home then, sometimes. He'd wanted friends or more things to do, but he couldn't deny that now he looked back to those days as happy times. Times when he hadn't been aware of worries and futures and jobs - heck, he hadn't even been aware of his parents' lack of money. To a child, the world's such a different place.
Despite anything, he felt good. Summer, short nights, he was definitely going to pass his exams, he was planning to read some wicked good books over the summer and his parents had owled him that they had bought him a new Cat Stevens record for his birthday. Really, despite everything.. things were pretty good?
No heights could keep us from their reach
No sacred place we did not soar
Remus yawned slightly. He was bored and fed up with studying, even if he was still stubbornly staring at his book with the warm June sun shining on the back of his head. Oh, normally he would've been dragged off to some boyish adventure by now, and he remembered he'd always felt so annoyed when it happened - and now he missed it!
Oh well, at least he now knew he was ready for his OWL's a hundred percent. Remus actually felt pretty relaxed. He had seen some of his classmates and was glad to say he was feeling better than they looked. Surprisingly, he wasn't doing all that bad. He hadn't properly spoken to his friends (or to Annelise, for that matter) for quite some time, but Remus was able to make himself believe it was all the OWL's fault. As long as he could keep that up, he was fine. Everything would go back to normal after the exams, right? Or, eh, if they'd miss each other, somehow, things would be fine when the next school year started? Wouldn't they?
His hair had grown lighter due to the many hours he'd spent in these exact lawns, on his stomach, reading through his summaries and books without hardly any interruption. Remus had decided that his mood should match his hair - lighter. His exams were going to be fine, his friends would come round eventually, Annelise wouldn't have forgotten him (though she had any reason to, with both the OWL's and the grief for her brother on her mind). Things would work out, right?
Sixth year. Was he really sixteen already? Remus remembered the time when he was young, maybe nine or ten, and he believed he'd be a child forever, that life like it was at home would never end. He had been bored with life at home then, sometimes. He'd wanted friends or more things to do, but he couldn't deny that now he looked back to those days as happy times. Times when he hadn't been aware of worries and futures and jobs - heck, he hadn't even been aware of his parents' lack of money. To a child, the world's such a different place.
Despite anything, he felt good. Summer, short nights, he was definitely going to pass his exams, he was planning to read some wicked good books over the summer and his parents had owled him that they had bought him a new Cat Stevens record for his birthday. Really, despite everything.. things were pretty good?