Why do I hate Lupin so much? Its not that he is the stereotypical werewolf,
who goes along with jokes that his friends pull so he can get a taste of
human flesh. It's because he isn't. I know he wasn't in on the joke
(although I admit that I am too proud to say that).
Its because he -isn't- the stereotypical werewolf. He's so damned perfect. In school he got better grades then me in my best subject. He was always so damned pretty, that he could just give McGonagall puppy-dog eyes and she'd let him get away with anything. And he was always so fucking nice. He goes and gives me that smile at the beginning of the year, (despite the fact that he -knows- I hate him) and calls me by my first name, as if we've been friends all our lives.
I know that at the beginning of the year feast I was glaring at him practically the whole time. When the Headmaster introduced him, I clapped purely for the sake of being polite. At one point he noticed me looking at him, at first he looked uncomfortable, but he simply nodded, that same smile on his face that charmed so many others.
He wasn't the only person to notice my glaring. "Severus," McGonagall said. "Do you have a problem with Remus being here?"
"I just don't completely trust him," I said, tearing my eyes away from him.
"Why not? Albus does," she asked.
"The Headmaster also trusted Quirrell."
"Surely its not because of what he is?" McGonagall said, looking somewhat severe.
"Don't be silly," I spat, But then I managed to gain control of my anger again. "Its because of certain friends he had in school."
A look of understanding came over her face. If there's one thing that was good about the woman it was that she didn't get over-defensive of the other teachers.
"I can understand your suspicion," she said. "However, I believe that he may have been betrayed as much as James was."
The conversation was over, I could tell. She knew that I wasn't telling the whole truth. She knew that Black wasn't the real reason why I was so hostile towards Lupin.
That night as I went to bed, I looked out the window, and I saw a figure moving outside. Lupin was out there in the rain, and he seemed to be looking at something in the sky. I looked in the direction that he was and saw nothing.
There was no denying it; Lupin was a bit loony.
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I know that this chapter was a bit short. Sorry, but Snape was a bit hard to write about.
Its because he -isn't- the stereotypical werewolf. He's so damned perfect. In school he got better grades then me in my best subject. He was always so damned pretty, that he could just give McGonagall puppy-dog eyes and she'd let him get away with anything. And he was always so fucking nice. He goes and gives me that smile at the beginning of the year, (despite the fact that he -knows- I hate him) and calls me by my first name, as if we've been friends all our lives.
I know that at the beginning of the year feast I was glaring at him practically the whole time. When the Headmaster introduced him, I clapped purely for the sake of being polite. At one point he noticed me looking at him, at first he looked uncomfortable, but he simply nodded, that same smile on his face that charmed so many others.
He wasn't the only person to notice my glaring. "Severus," McGonagall said. "Do you have a problem with Remus being here?"
"I just don't completely trust him," I said, tearing my eyes away from him.
"Why not? Albus does," she asked.
"The Headmaster also trusted Quirrell."
"Surely its not because of what he is?" McGonagall said, looking somewhat severe.
"Don't be silly," I spat, But then I managed to gain control of my anger again. "Its because of certain friends he had in school."
A look of understanding came over her face. If there's one thing that was good about the woman it was that she didn't get over-defensive of the other teachers.
"I can understand your suspicion," she said. "However, I believe that he may have been betrayed as much as James was."
The conversation was over, I could tell. She knew that I wasn't telling the whole truth. She knew that Black wasn't the real reason why I was so hostile towards Lupin.
That night as I went to bed, I looked out the window, and I saw a figure moving outside. Lupin was out there in the rain, and he seemed to be looking at something in the sky. I looked in the direction that he was and saw nothing.
There was no denying it; Lupin was a bit loony.
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I know that this chapter was a bit short. Sorry, but Snape was a bit hard to write about.