Dear Diary...
Oh dear lord...
This turned out much differently than expected.
Let me begin... I stepped off the train and onto the carrige. While inside I wrote a letter to Professor McGonagall, hoping she'd get it in time.
"Dear Professor McGonagall,
I hope this letter reaches you before the mass of students come filing in. Apparently some Dementors came aboard the train, and Harry Potter along with some other students I didn't catch the name of were taken ill.
See you at the feast!! Sincerely, Remus J. Lupin"
I think that worked. When I arrived I heard that little familiar voice again. Lucius wasn't a teacher, and far too old to be a student. I stepped out and saw a likeness of Lucius, apparently his son, who was taunting the two boys who were on the train with me.
"Did you faint as well, Weasley?"--aha, so he was a Weasley--"Did the scary old dementor frighten you too, Weasley?"
"Is there a problem?" I asked, the blonde boy's eyes immeadiately taking in the tattered robe I wore, my rather beat-up suitcase, and apparently...my whole self. I realised I didn't look quite professional at ALL....Ergh--I better get some new robes...
"Oh, no---er--Professor." And with that he smirked and walked up the steps with his two cronies. I looked down and myself and grimaced. I really looked terrible. I walked towards the Staff Room, which I had only imagined (we were never quite allowed inside) and looked at the handle, smiling at it as my hand slowly reached for the golden knob. I turned it an opened the door, leading into a panelled room full of mismatching chairs, all of them filled but one, which i took to be mine. A soft purple chair. How'd they remember my favorite chair? I looked across the room and saw McGonagall. I walked up to her, smiling cheerfully as she stood up and smiled as well.
"Got your letter, Remus. It's been taken care of."
"Nice to see you again, Professor McGo--"
"Remus, Remus, Remus, I'm not your teacher any more! Call me Minerva," she said, very warmly for her character. I smiled and nodded, shaking her hand.
"Welcome back, Remus," said a kind voice behind me. Dumbledore!
I turned around to look at him, grinning as I shook his hand, telling him how wonderful it was to be back. The joy and excitement of it all was almost overwhelming until I saw the Potions Master. I turned my head to see a familiar greasy black haired mop...A living mop that looked at me with the largest amount of detestation I can ever remember. The mop's mouth sneered at me as the mop stood up and reached for my hand to shake it. I could tell that it was on Dumbledore's orders that this living mop get near me. The mop's cold, sallow hands shook mine, sending a chill up my spine. He cocked his head and began to speak in a voice that I remember all too well.
"Remus Lupin."
" Severus. Nice to see you again."
Ah yes, Severus, what a downer. That voice drilled into my skull, telling me this year would be quite different. Maybe I could persuade him to make me the Wolfsbane potion anyway? I suppose I'll have to see. Dumbledore placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I must go ask the House Elves to help with the feast, I'll call you when we come in." Dumbledore left with McGonagall, leaving me alone in the room with the Mop--sorry, Severus.
"So, Dumbledore really ran out of people to occupy the position, didn't he?" Snape asked, smirking at me with that face of hate, changing dramatically from his young face which I almost found attractive. ALMOST. He washed his hair, then. I just smiled back at him as kindly as I could, my anger slowly becoming apparent. I shook it back down.
"I suppose he did, Severus. He seemed to have run out of people to occupy some other positions as well," I replied calmly, looking at him. I think he understood me, because his face turned even uglier. I kept smiling. "Say, do you think you could tell me where my office is?" He walked to his chair and grabbed a book, completely ignoring me. I put on my most pleased face. "Kill him with kindness and anecdotes that take him an hour to figure out, Remus. It worked before, and works better now." I sat down next to him, grabbing a book as well, waiting for the others to get back, just basking in his wonderful hate of me and my friends. I could almost hear his thoughts, his disgust for me. It was lovely.
By the time we arrived at the staff table I could almost feel his eyes piercing my shirt and sticking daggers in my back. I realised that I had been rather cold to him. First time back and I said I wanted to make a good impression. I had darned robes, a scroungely look about me, and I looked rather ill. Time to do something good. I was busy considering my first lesson, what it should be on and how I should go about it when Dumbledore announced my name. I looked at him and then at the students, who clapped for me. I saw Harry, and his friends clapping for me harder than the others. I grinned, and laughed meekly.
I later walked into Severus's office, knocking lightly on the door. A bitter voice came from it. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, DAMMIT!?" I raised my eyebrows and gulped. This wouldn't be easy, would it? I cleared my throat and said as softly as I could, trying to keep my voice loud enough to get through the door as well.
"Severus? May I come in?" A sigh of exasperation and feet coming towards the door. I tried to make myself presentable as a hand turned the knob and the door opened. Severus half stomped back to his chair and dropped into it, half elegantly, half carelessly. He seemed to be half-everything. I walked in slowly and shut the door behind me. He gave me a considering look as he glared me up and down, just like the driver on the train. Except he wasn't fully disgusted with me. Was that a look of interest?
I shook it off and tried to look apolegetic. He seemed to realize what I was about to say, because the surveying look he kept giving me melted from cold into luke-warm. I thought I'd never see this. "Severus? I am quite sorry for being---"
"Think nothing of it."
"Are you sure? Beca--"
"It's fine. Listen, it's 10:00 and I don't think you even have your first lesson ready, do you." I shook my head, no. "Then you had better get to work on, it, correct?" I nodded. Why was it that I was being so silent to him? So submissive? He could have very well told me that he was going to kill me and rip out my intestines, then feed them to a small goat, and that the whole time I had to whistle "Yankee Doodle Dandy" and I would have very well done it. Times have changed...
"Well, then good night, Remus."
I nodded, smiling, walking out the door.
Maybe the year was starting off better than I thought.
Professor Remus J. Lupin!
Dear Diary,
My first lesson....Went well, I hope?
I devised a lesson at last. However, once I had learned what I had to do to get a boggart I had been at least 5 minutes late. I sprinted to the room, slowing down when I reached the for the door so they wouldn't notice that I noticed that I was late. (is that correct?....I think so.) I entered and smiled, seeing how they were more prepared than I. Placing down my briefcase on the table I straightened up and spoke to them.
"Good afternoon. Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands."
The class seemed quite confused by that, but they did so rather happily, I should think. I smiled and lead the class to the staffroom, wherein lie a boggart in a wardrobe. I came to a stop when I saw James and Sirius's favorite ghost besides Nearly-Headless-Nick. Peeves the Poltergeist, who seemed to remember me as much as I remembered him. He was stuffing the broom closet's key-hole with gum....How did he get gum? Peeves turned around, at first curiously, then with a evil smile he wiggled his toes and started singing a song I remember quite well.
"Loony, loopy Lupin! Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin--"
I just smiled and laughed a little. I told him that he should take the gum out, and that if he didn't, Mr.Filch wouldn't be able to get into his brooms. Mr.Filch--once I remembered--actually didn't stop him at all. It seemed to make him even livelier. And he showed it. Er--anyhow, just a simple Waddiwasi and with a bout of swearing and a POOF-- he was gone. Earning a "Cool, sir!" from Dean was very gratifying. We walked past the crime scene and into the staffroom. I opened the door and spotted Severus. I stopped and held my breath, then made to close the door but Snape stood up, walking towards me with a disgusted look on his face; I saw his eyes fall on Neville Longbottom. I frowned and looked at him.
"Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this." He smirked at me and turned around when he reached the door, speaking to me as if it was some sort of secret that he was meant to keep, but chose not to. "Possible no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."
I raised my eyebrows, taking a quick glance at Neville, who had gone red, looking down and shuffling his feet. He looked like Peter, I wouldn't let Severus do that to 2 Wormtails.
"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation, and I am sure he'll preform it admirably." Severus sneered and left, almost slamming the door. The lesson had begun with a bang, I suppose.
I asked questions, Hermione and Harry answered them quite well. Then we let Neville have a clear shot with the boggart, his being Snape. Luckily we got some fun out of it before he would have become depressed. We gave Snape the outfit of Neville's grandmother, a long, green dress, a vulture topped hat and a big a red handbag. All of us laughed when we saw him, that should have been enough to kill the boggart, but they all got a chance. Once we had gotten to the close end I saw Harry. I assumed he'd be afraid of Voldemort. I wasn't too sure that having Lord Voldemort materialize in the staffroom would be a good idea, so I stepped in front of him before he got a chance. Producing my own boggart I quickly tried to deminish it, calling Neville forwards once more to finish him off. The boggart burst, and I assigned the points out. The lesson had gone incredibly well!!! They walked out, talking excitedly amongst themselves.
This'll be GREAT!!!! :)
Remus
Oh dear lord...
This turned out much differently than expected.
Let me begin... I stepped off the train and onto the carrige. While inside I wrote a letter to Professor McGonagall, hoping she'd get it in time.
"Dear Professor McGonagall,
I hope this letter reaches you before the mass of students come filing in. Apparently some Dementors came aboard the train, and Harry Potter along with some other students I didn't catch the name of were taken ill.
See you at the feast!! Sincerely, Remus J. Lupin"
I think that worked. When I arrived I heard that little familiar voice again. Lucius wasn't a teacher, and far too old to be a student. I stepped out and saw a likeness of Lucius, apparently his son, who was taunting the two boys who were on the train with me.
"Did you faint as well, Weasley?"--aha, so he was a Weasley--"Did the scary old dementor frighten you too, Weasley?"
"Is there a problem?" I asked, the blonde boy's eyes immeadiately taking in the tattered robe I wore, my rather beat-up suitcase, and apparently...my whole self. I realised I didn't look quite professional at ALL....Ergh--I better get some new robes...
"Oh, no---er--Professor." And with that he smirked and walked up the steps with his two cronies. I looked down and myself and grimaced. I really looked terrible. I walked towards the Staff Room, which I had only imagined (we were never quite allowed inside) and looked at the handle, smiling at it as my hand slowly reached for the golden knob. I turned it an opened the door, leading into a panelled room full of mismatching chairs, all of them filled but one, which i took to be mine. A soft purple chair. How'd they remember my favorite chair? I looked across the room and saw McGonagall. I walked up to her, smiling cheerfully as she stood up and smiled as well.
"Got your letter, Remus. It's been taken care of."
"Nice to see you again, Professor McGo--"
"Remus, Remus, Remus, I'm not your teacher any more! Call me Minerva," she said, very warmly for her character. I smiled and nodded, shaking her hand.
"Welcome back, Remus," said a kind voice behind me. Dumbledore!
I turned around to look at him, grinning as I shook his hand, telling him how wonderful it was to be back. The joy and excitement of it all was almost overwhelming until I saw the Potions Master. I turned my head to see a familiar greasy black haired mop...A living mop that looked at me with the largest amount of detestation I can ever remember. The mop's mouth sneered at me as the mop stood up and reached for my hand to shake it. I could tell that it was on Dumbledore's orders that this living mop get near me. The mop's cold, sallow hands shook mine, sending a chill up my spine. He cocked his head and began to speak in a voice that I remember all too well.
"Remus Lupin."
" Severus. Nice to see you again."
Ah yes, Severus, what a downer. That voice drilled into my skull, telling me this year would be quite different. Maybe I could persuade him to make me the Wolfsbane potion anyway? I suppose I'll have to see. Dumbledore placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I must go ask the House Elves to help with the feast, I'll call you when we come in." Dumbledore left with McGonagall, leaving me alone in the room with the Mop--sorry, Severus.
"So, Dumbledore really ran out of people to occupy the position, didn't he?" Snape asked, smirking at me with that face of hate, changing dramatically from his young face which I almost found attractive. ALMOST. He washed his hair, then. I just smiled back at him as kindly as I could, my anger slowly becoming apparent. I shook it back down.
"I suppose he did, Severus. He seemed to have run out of people to occupy some other positions as well," I replied calmly, looking at him. I think he understood me, because his face turned even uglier. I kept smiling. "Say, do you think you could tell me where my office is?" He walked to his chair and grabbed a book, completely ignoring me. I put on my most pleased face. "Kill him with kindness and anecdotes that take him an hour to figure out, Remus. It worked before, and works better now." I sat down next to him, grabbing a book as well, waiting for the others to get back, just basking in his wonderful hate of me and my friends. I could almost hear his thoughts, his disgust for me. It was lovely.
By the time we arrived at the staff table I could almost feel his eyes piercing my shirt and sticking daggers in my back. I realised that I had been rather cold to him. First time back and I said I wanted to make a good impression. I had darned robes, a scroungely look about me, and I looked rather ill. Time to do something good. I was busy considering my first lesson, what it should be on and how I should go about it when Dumbledore announced my name. I looked at him and then at the students, who clapped for me. I saw Harry, and his friends clapping for me harder than the others. I grinned, and laughed meekly.
I later walked into Severus's office, knocking lightly on the door. A bitter voice came from it. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, DAMMIT!?" I raised my eyebrows and gulped. This wouldn't be easy, would it? I cleared my throat and said as softly as I could, trying to keep my voice loud enough to get through the door as well.
"Severus? May I come in?" A sigh of exasperation and feet coming towards the door. I tried to make myself presentable as a hand turned the knob and the door opened. Severus half stomped back to his chair and dropped into it, half elegantly, half carelessly. He seemed to be half-everything. I walked in slowly and shut the door behind me. He gave me a considering look as he glared me up and down, just like the driver on the train. Except he wasn't fully disgusted with me. Was that a look of interest?
I shook it off and tried to look apolegetic. He seemed to realize what I was about to say, because the surveying look he kept giving me melted from cold into luke-warm. I thought I'd never see this. "Severus? I am quite sorry for being---"
"Think nothing of it."
"Are you sure? Beca--"
"It's fine. Listen, it's 10:00 and I don't think you even have your first lesson ready, do you." I shook my head, no. "Then you had better get to work on, it, correct?" I nodded. Why was it that I was being so silent to him? So submissive? He could have very well told me that he was going to kill me and rip out my intestines, then feed them to a small goat, and that the whole time I had to whistle "Yankee Doodle Dandy" and I would have very well done it. Times have changed...
"Well, then good night, Remus."
I nodded, smiling, walking out the door.
Maybe the year was starting off better than I thought.
Professor Remus J. Lupin!
Dear Diary,
My first lesson....Went well, I hope?
I devised a lesson at last. However, once I had learned what I had to do to get a boggart I had been at least 5 minutes late. I sprinted to the room, slowing down when I reached the for the door so they wouldn't notice that I noticed that I was late. (is that correct?....I think so.) I entered and smiled, seeing how they were more prepared than I. Placing down my briefcase on the table I straightened up and spoke to them.
"Good afternoon. Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands."
The class seemed quite confused by that, but they did so rather happily, I should think. I smiled and lead the class to the staffroom, wherein lie a boggart in a wardrobe. I came to a stop when I saw James and Sirius's favorite ghost besides Nearly-Headless-Nick. Peeves the Poltergeist, who seemed to remember me as much as I remembered him. He was stuffing the broom closet's key-hole with gum....How did he get gum? Peeves turned around, at first curiously, then with a evil smile he wiggled his toes and started singing a song I remember quite well.
"Loony, loopy Lupin! Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin--"
I just smiled and laughed a little. I told him that he should take the gum out, and that if he didn't, Mr.Filch wouldn't be able to get into his brooms. Mr.Filch--once I remembered--actually didn't stop him at all. It seemed to make him even livelier. And he showed it. Er--anyhow, just a simple Waddiwasi and with a bout of swearing and a POOF-- he was gone. Earning a "Cool, sir!" from Dean was very gratifying. We walked past the crime scene and into the staffroom. I opened the door and spotted Severus. I stopped and held my breath, then made to close the door but Snape stood up, walking towards me with a disgusted look on his face; I saw his eyes fall on Neville Longbottom. I frowned and looked at him.
"Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this." He smirked at me and turned around when he reached the door, speaking to me as if it was some sort of secret that he was meant to keep, but chose not to. "Possible no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."
I raised my eyebrows, taking a quick glance at Neville, who had gone red, looking down and shuffling his feet. He looked like Peter, I wouldn't let Severus do that to 2 Wormtails.
"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation, and I am sure he'll preform it admirably." Severus sneered and left, almost slamming the door. The lesson had begun with a bang, I suppose.
I asked questions, Hermione and Harry answered them quite well. Then we let Neville have a clear shot with the boggart, his being Snape. Luckily we got some fun out of it before he would have become depressed. We gave Snape the outfit of Neville's grandmother, a long, green dress, a vulture topped hat and a big a red handbag. All of us laughed when we saw him, that should have been enough to kill the boggart, but they all got a chance. Once we had gotten to the close end I saw Harry. I assumed he'd be afraid of Voldemort. I wasn't too sure that having Lord Voldemort materialize in the staffroom would be a good idea, so I stepped in front of him before he got a chance. Producing my own boggart I quickly tried to deminish it, calling Neville forwards once more to finish him off. The boggart burst, and I assigned the points out. The lesson had gone incredibly well!!! They walked out, talking excitedly amongst themselves.
This'll be GREAT!!!! :)
Remus