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Remus Lupin never really fit in.
He wasn't out going or assertive like
James.
He wasn't bold or daring like Sirius.
He wasn't even clingy enough to make it
seem like he belonged, like Peter did.
He was just there.
He was quiet and loved books.
He always tried to obey the rules and
wound up ruining his friend's fun on several occasions.
He knew he didn't belong, that he
wasn't a true Marauder.
He hated it.
He could see the pitying looks people
shot him when they thought he wasn't looking.
He knew what they said behind his back.
"Look at him, he doesn't have any
friends..."
"... the other Marauders just hang
around his because they feel bad for him..."
"All he does it just read and do
homework..."
And he would just sit in his chair and
take it.
And he would sit quietly.
And he would pretend to read.
And he would act like he can't hear it.
Until the voices become too close.
Until the whispers become too loud.
Until his own thoughts overwhelm him.
Until is all becomes too much.
And he would politely excuse himself
and quietly slip upstairs into his dorm, all alone.
And the pitying looks and whispers
would follow him all the way.
And he would fall into haunting,
restless, dreams where the stares and voices would intensify, but
here he is unable to escape.
So he'll barely get any sleep.
So he'll wake up the next day.
So he'll smile and pretend nothing is
wrong.
So no one will know.
So the whole thing will repeat.
So it never ends.