Post by Remus John Lupin on Jul 24, 2011 20:14:37 GMT 1
In my mind
In a future five years from now
I'm a hundred and twenty pounds
And I never get hungover
Because I
Will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I'm in
And I will be someone I admire
Remus had known that they'd been coming all year. They were sixth years now, next year would be their last, and soon, they were going to have to know what they wanted to be when they grew up.
He didn't know.
Not that Remus was doubting between options (like maybe some of his classmates). He had simply not given it much thought, really, preferring not to think about it instead. What was the use of wondering? It wasn't like he had any options, really.
Unfortunately, today he could not ignore it any longer. He was going to have to go and chat about career options with MacGonagall - or at least pretend he did.
Hogwarts made all their sixth year have at least one career counseling talk, but preferably two. The first mandatory conversation was with the Head of their House, the second optional session with a teacher of a subject they particularly liked or were extraordinarily good at. Remus planned to only have the one talk and get it all over with as soon as possible.
So here he was, sitting in the common room with several of his classmates, waiting to be called in.
MacGonagall was calling everyone in alfabetically and she'd only just started (Lena was in there at the moment), but Remus wasn't in the mood to stray too far and miss his turn, because that meant he was going to have to come back later and then it would lurk in the back of his mind. Sirius and James were playing exploding snap, Peter (slightly singed after being defeated by James) was watching. Remus was sitting next to them, occasionally frowning at a particularly loud bang, trying to pretend to be reading. His friends seemed to have picked up on his tense mood and weren't trying to cheer him up, which he was glad for.
Glancing at the door, he wondered how Lena was doing? She was a clever girl, she had a bright future before her, no doubt.
MacGonagall nodded at the empty chair across from her desk, smiling at Lena Beckett slightly. Minerva wasn't known for her smiles in class, being a bit of a stern woman, but she did like her students (albeit it particularly the students in her own House). She liked Lena, a strong-willed girl, a true Gryffindor who tried her best in class - and often succeeded. Minerva didn't doubt she'd do the same in life.
"Have you ever thought about career options?" she asked, sitting down in her own chair and getting out a blank sheet of parchment in case she felt like taking notes. Not that she expected to have to with Lena. She was a sensible girl.
And in my mind
In the far-away here-and-now
I've become in-control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I
Will be the picture of discipline
Never fucking-up anything
And I'll be a good defensive driver
And it's funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I've just forgotten how
In a future five years from now
I'm a hundred and twenty pounds
And I never get hungover
Because I
Will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I'm in
And I will be someone I admire
Remus had known that they'd been coming all year. They were sixth years now, next year would be their last, and soon, they were going to have to know what they wanted to be when they grew up.
He didn't know.
Not that Remus was doubting between options (like maybe some of his classmates). He had simply not given it much thought, really, preferring not to think about it instead. What was the use of wondering? It wasn't like he had any options, really.
Unfortunately, today he could not ignore it any longer. He was going to have to go and chat about career options with MacGonagall - or at least pretend he did.
Hogwarts made all their sixth year have at least one career counseling talk, but preferably two. The first mandatory conversation was with the Head of their House, the second optional session with a teacher of a subject they particularly liked or were extraordinarily good at. Remus planned to only have the one talk and get it all over with as soon as possible.
So here he was, sitting in the common room with several of his classmates, waiting to be called in.
MacGonagall was calling everyone in alfabetically and she'd only just started (Lena was in there at the moment), but Remus wasn't in the mood to stray too far and miss his turn, because that meant he was going to have to come back later and then it would lurk in the back of his mind. Sirius and James were playing exploding snap, Peter (slightly singed after being defeated by James) was watching. Remus was sitting next to them, occasionally frowning at a particularly loud bang, trying to pretend to be reading. His friends seemed to have picked up on his tense mood and weren't trying to cheer him up, which he was glad for.
Glancing at the door, he wondered how Lena was doing? She was a clever girl, she had a bright future before her, no doubt.
MacGonagall nodded at the empty chair across from her desk, smiling at Lena Beckett slightly. Minerva wasn't known for her smiles in class, being a bit of a stern woman, but she did like her students (albeit it particularly the students in her own House). She liked Lena, a strong-willed girl, a true Gryffindor who tried her best in class - and often succeeded. Minerva didn't doubt she'd do the same in life.
"Have you ever thought about career options?" she asked, sitting down in her own chair and getting out a blank sheet of parchment in case she felt like taking notes. Not that she expected to have to with Lena. She was a sensible girl.
And in my mind
In the far-away here-and-now
I've become in-control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I
Will be the picture of discipline
Never fucking-up anything
And I'll be a good defensive driver
And it's funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I've just forgotten how