I sigh. Everyone is clapping because Severus nominated ME as the new
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I suppose it's his way of
vindicating himself from the Dark Arts. I accept graciously, even though
right now I'd prefer Muggle Studies. I just want to get out of that room,
away from him and his moodiness.
Harry is grinning, it's only him and Ron and some girl I never knew until now. If I weren't so god-awful at names I'd remember her for posterities sake at least. Oh well. If I run I can make it to my tower quickly, but I have the pleasure of running into Severus trying to do the same. He scowls at me, as usual.
"Why do you always have to look so sour, try and smile sometime?" I grinned at him; it sort of cheered me up when he knew what was going on in my world. Or at least he thinks he does. Oh yes, Remus Lupin, always gets along despite his situation. Oh yes, Remus would be PERFECT for the DADA job, he knows all about the Dark Arts and protecting himself from them.
And this is coming from the guy that told the whole world what I was. Thanks Severus, I'll remember you at Christmas; watch out for the card in the owl post. It's almost infuriating that no one has a clue that I'm actually a turbulent being. That I get angry and frustrated. Just because I don't swoop around and throw tantrums like Snape doesn't mean it doesn't happen.
I try to get my feelings off my chest, and whom do I find out there, moping? Severus. Doesn't this guy sleep?! I assume he's like me and doesn't, so I put my cloak over his back.
""Dancing with Death is not a past time." I comment offhandedly. He looks up at me with great disdain.
"Don't you have something BETTER to do Lupin?"
Shaking my head I sit down with him on the cold bench. He hadn't enjoyed the decorations we were putting up and I knew that Albus' death had really hit him hard. It hit me hard as well. He'd been like a father to me, since mine died trying to protect me.
They always seem to die protecting someone. I blurt it out, and I know he won't understand why I asked it, "Were your parents killed?"
He stares at me coldly and I can see he's formulating an answer.
Harry is grinning, it's only him and Ron and some girl I never knew until now. If I weren't so god-awful at names I'd remember her for posterities sake at least. Oh well. If I run I can make it to my tower quickly, but I have the pleasure of running into Severus trying to do the same. He scowls at me, as usual.
"Why do you always have to look so sour, try and smile sometime?" I grinned at him; it sort of cheered me up when he knew what was going on in my world. Or at least he thinks he does. Oh yes, Remus Lupin, always gets along despite his situation. Oh yes, Remus would be PERFECT for the DADA job, he knows all about the Dark Arts and protecting himself from them.
And this is coming from the guy that told the whole world what I was. Thanks Severus, I'll remember you at Christmas; watch out for the card in the owl post. It's almost infuriating that no one has a clue that I'm actually a turbulent being. That I get angry and frustrated. Just because I don't swoop around and throw tantrums like Snape doesn't mean it doesn't happen.
I try to get my feelings off my chest, and whom do I find out there, moping? Severus. Doesn't this guy sleep?! I assume he's like me and doesn't, so I put my cloak over his back.
""Dancing with Death is not a past time." I comment offhandedly. He looks up at me with great disdain.
"Don't you have something BETTER to do Lupin?"
Shaking my head I sit down with him on the cold bench. He hadn't enjoyed the decorations we were putting up and I knew that Albus' death had really hit him hard. It hit me hard as well. He'd been like a father to me, since mine died trying to protect me.
They always seem to die protecting someone. I blurt it out, and I know he won't understand why I asked it, "Were your parents killed?"
He stares at me coldly and I can see he's formulating an answer.