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Post by Kara Walker on Oct 12, 2005 13:04:52 GMT -5
The Great Hall was full of chattering students, and frankly, it was giving her a headache. Lately the news in the papers had been really troubling her, and the lack of dungbombs around school had attested to that. She glared at a Second Year who was about to try to sit where the 7th years sat and watched as the little 12-year-old scurried back to his friends. Apparently it was some big joke or dare to sit where James Potter or Sirius Black sits. Not the Queen of Dungbombs, though. Usually her pranks were lost in the trouble James and Sirius caused, at least thats what she thought. Oh well.
She sat down and stared at the plate in front of her, making no move to eat. Lately she had been getting a really bad feeling about her father and her aunt, but she didn't know about what. She hadn't told anyone, though they must of known something was wrong by the sudden change in her attitude. Lack of dungbombs, more disappearences, the quietness in class, and once she even walked by Celestia without noticing that her cat was stuck under a sofa again. If Sirius didn't shout at her because her cat was stuck, she wouldn't have noticed. Later she made it up to Celestia by playing all night with the kitten and feeding her treats, but she still felt incredibly guilty.
Kara sighed and moved her fork around her empty plate, lost in her thoughts until that same Second Year threw a mushroom at her head. She turned quickly, her eyes blazing, and snapped at him "CUT IT OUT YOU LITTLE CREEP!!" The table around her had grown quiet as the younger students stared, seeing Kara, usually very friendly with younger students, now yelling at them. The offender turned white and sank down, attempting to hide during the rest of dinner from Kara. She stared for a moment "I'm so sorry...I'm just...oh lord..."
She groaned and held her head in her hands. Snapping at younger students now, too? She really was out of it. In fact, she hadn't been hungry at all lately, the bad feeling about her father and his sister growing worse every passing day. It was becoming more of an effort to eat and even resemble her former self. Around her friends it was harder, because it wasn't hard to notice the pale in her face or the sudden solemnity that had begun to overcome her.
She felt like crying when she heard her friends voices and their footsteps as they started to enter the Great Hall. She desperately wanted to run, like a fox cornered by a pack of wolves.... Bad analogy, Walker. What would Aunt Maria say? she thought then shook her head. Her aunt would either laugh or tell her to stop thinking about foxes so much or someone would notice. Just the thought of her aunt caused her throat to close up, though she had no idea why.
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Post by +Remus Lupin+ on Oct 12, 2005 16:31:11 GMT -5
It had happened again. The prefect had been deprived of solitude in the Gryffindor common room. It was definetly clear that each year more first years came into Hogwarts than ever before. There were'nt many pureblood wizarding families community now adays so he figured more muggles were having children with magical capabilities. Ofcourse, there was'nt anything wrong with that for Remus himself was half muggle. He had always been proud of his blood, but what ancestry one decended from never mattered to him. Lily Evans had proved blood didn't matter. She was the brightest witch in his year, maybe in the entire school. Oh how the Slytherins despised her for beating them in academics. It made Remus sneer abit to see Gryffindors smudging up against the "well-bred'' name of Slytherin. But what was this? Remus Lupin, most well-known Gryffindor boy when it came to kindness, thinking bad thoughts of other houses?! So he was'nt perfect. he was a Gryffindor and every Gryffindor had spite against Slytherin.
Remus rounded the staircase slowly, taking heed as if some wriggly first years dared play try to trip a prefect game. Oh the boy knew of this game having falling head first into the hard, cold floor of the fourth floor corridor three days after he received the badge. The badge itself had even taken some of the damage, but Remus kept it nice and polished so no one could really notice unless they looked closely. Aside from the badge, his attire was more formal than day wear. He had always been taught to clean up well before sitting at the table at dinner time. He wore a nice collared grey, button up shirt with nice black pants that had been carefully taken care of in his dresser drawer. He wore black leather boots, shinned and shimmering as the light caught them when he walked. His hair possessed alittle gel and it was apparent he tried to keep it out of his face, though random strands refused to be locked up. His robe, too, was nicer than the scraggly day ones. He tried hard to keep his robes nice, but due to a certain sickness he had that never seemed to be much help.
So here he came walking freely into the great hall, stomach rumbling with hunger. Dark brown eyes took in the luxurious amounts of food across each and every table. He loved feasting at Hogwarts, as he was sure each and every other student did as well. Remus felt he never really had time for breakfast, save a pastry and glass of orange or pumpkin juice. Lunch was nearly kept up with studying and taking time to do homework that would'nt be due for afew days. Dinner, however, was another story. Normally he was the first one in here and already finished before any of his fellow house mates. It appeared though Kara had beaten his record. She seemed upset, but he was'nt quite sure why. Well, he shared the same Gryffindor name so he figured now was as good a time as any to find out.
His steps towards the table where quiet and quick, eyes focused on Kara. From what he could see, the younger years were keeping their distance which was quite unusual since Kara was normally on good terms with them. He could sense something was wrong. So, without further ado, Remus decided to sit across from her. For now his mind was away from food and filled with concern for Kara. "Is something wrong Kara? You seem upset tonight.." Remus spoke softly as his eyes watched her. Except for the occasional tapping of his foot, Remus remained fairly motionless. When in this mode, he made it clear he was'nt going anywhere unless at least something was said.
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Post by Kara Walker on Oct 12, 2005 17:12:38 GMT -5
At first it seemed like Kara didn't hear him. Her green eyes were boring holes into the table and she kept biting her lip as though holding back tears. Out of all of the people that could've arrived first, it had to be Remus. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just, well, lately she had felt more self-conscious, more nervous, and just plain exposed around Remus, like there was a feeling she couldn't name in the back of her mind. She tried to remember what Lily had said the one morning about this, but her mind was just too out of it.
Slowly she lifted her green eyes, sharply contrasting against her pale face, to meet his dark brown ones. She bit her lip harder, as if the moment she stopped, the floodgates would be released and she would start crying in front of him. She refused to let that happen.
"Oh hello Remus...." she said softly. "Really that obvious, am I?" She tried to smile at the feeble joke but couldn't bring herself to. Just by looking in his dark eyes, she wanted to spill everything, just let loose. She lowered her eyes and her hands tightened around chunks of her dark brown, spikey hair. "I...." She wanted to just tell him everything, get it off her chest.
She took a deep breathe and looked at him again, suddenly looking slightly relieved that she could talk to someone, yet worry, anxiety, fear, clouded her face. "You...you know the news in The Daily Prophet?" It was hard not to know, everyone was talking about them and the Slytherins often smirked openly. "Ever since...I've read those....I've been getting a bad feeling about my father and my aunt...like something bad is going to happen...." she paused and bit her lip again for a moment. "It's like a boulder in my stomache....I'm afraid to read the Prophet for fear of seeing my fathers name in there, or...I start worrying when I see Jaxom, my owl, bring me mail, because it might hold bad news about Aunt Maria..."
Kara closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breathe. When she spoke, her voice came out in a whisper. "Its....like the feelings....I would get before...mother would hit me...except its stronger..." Never had she told anyone about her mother before. Not even Parker knew about what happened before Kara moved to London to live with her father. But she felt that out of all her friends and housemates, she could trust Remus the most. One hand drifted down from her hair to tug at the fox pendant around her neck. Just talking about everything, spilling her guts to Remus, made her want to cry the tears she never cried, not even as a child.
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Post by +Remus Lupin+ on Oct 12, 2005 22:56:59 GMT -5
As she spoke, Remus felt as if someone threw a large bucket of ice water straight in his face. He took it all in, his mind not ready to wander any time soon. He had only read The Daily Prophet once or twice in the past few weeks, but he could read the hurt in Kara's eyes. He never imagined Kara having a painfull history. He had always liked to believe his housemates possessed pasts of innocence, pasts normal children had. Happy lives for the most part, never like his had been. His history had been heard in handfuls to some of his closest friends, but he had'nt the sanity to sit down and tell all of it in one day. Yet, afterall these years of being in Hogwarts at least two of his friends had come to him, explaining their own sorrow. Remus suddenly felt cowardly all about his body. Shamefull, even, to have not told everyone in Gryffindor of that night he lost his mother and became what he worst feared. Alright, so going around screaming that you were a werewolf was'nt something even the most insanist of students happened to do in their spare time.
The Daily Prophet had a bad reputation for spreading lies about the most loved of people by the wizarding community. Vise versa, they also had a bad reputation for telling the ungodly truth. Remus, to tell the truth, was never the type to begin being a counselor for his friends. Hell, even if he did, he would have a hard time following his own advice. If Kara needed to talk, which it sounded she did, he would be more than happy to listen. Now that he did, his own demons fought inside him. Memories he tried his best to bury screamed in his mind and made him cringe unexpectedly. He corrected his composure quickly, hoping to not have Kara see talking like this made him weak. A handful of people had seen him cry, but with dozens of Slytherins watching he knew they would never let him live it down.
On the other hand, crying for hours seemed to be better medicine than spending hours at Hogshead drowning sorrows temporarily. Stress befell even the kindest of heart and Remus knew her pain. Remus took a deep breath for the words seemed to be screaming to get out. "We have no control that we worry about those we love Kara. It is only natural. Besides, the Daily Prophet is'nt always correct unless you know it is and truly believe in it." Remus spoke gently, looking at Kara as if the last sentence was a question. In a way, it was. He himself had not received the Daily Prophet since the his last owl myteriously disappeared. He was glad to see she had the guts to tell him everything and he could only feel deep sympathy for her. Suddenly, Remus found himself on his feet and walking to where Kara was sitting. He sat down next to her and placed a comforting arm around her. "Everything will be alright Kara, if you're heart says it so. Hope will find a way." His voice came in a whisper for her only to hear, gentle and soft. It pained him to see his friends harmed physically or mentally. He felt it was his duty to be a good friend and comfort them as best as he could.
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Post by Kara Walker on Oct 12, 2005 23:22:07 GMT -5
"I...." her voice was still in a whisper "...I don't always believe in what the Prophet says, but I know some of it is true....like that Hufflepuff first year, the Prophet told the truth about her parents...." A shudder ran through Kara's now-thin frame, thin from not being able to eat as much as she should. "...If father...if Aunt Maria...." she couldn't finish the sentence. "Aunt Maria is like a mother to me...a mother I...never really had.."
Mentioning her mother brought back floods of memories, including a painful one. The scar of that one was still on her upper left arm, though she always claimed it was a muggle-bike accident. She shook her head, trying to relieve her mind of those memories. It was hard, but she finally pushed the memories back.
She looked up and followed Remus with her eyes as he walked over and sat down. The moment he put his arm around her, the urge to cry came back stronger, to just bury her face in his shoulder and cry her heart out. Instead she slowly leaned against him, fighting the tears that threatened to overwhelm her.
The feelings of anxiety, worry, fear and all the negative feelings she had been having for a long while where mixing with the butterflies that had appeared in her stomache. More then anything, she just wanted to stay there, despite all the Slytherins and first years, despite everything else. To just spill everything, to just stay there like she was.
But most of all, she had questions, questions unanswered for almost ten years. "Why.....how could you....attack....hurt....hate your own...child..? How could she....hate me?" Her voice, still a whisper, quivered, sounding like the child that had hidden, trying not to cry all those years. It was the one question that had always crossed her mind. And Remus just felt like the one person to ask them to. She closed her eyes, but a tear had already fallen out and was travelling slowly down her cheek until it dripped down, landing on the hand clutching her fox pendant.
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Post by +Remus Lupin+ on Oct 13, 2005 0:02:33 GMT -5
Remus continued to listen to her. How wrong he had been about being the only one with deeply troubled past. How selfish he was for thinking such a thing. Every human had a history, bad, worse, good, fair and all in between. It was'nt normal for a child to be ripped of a family member or even of his own happy and safe childhood. He remembered the first year Hufflepuff not long ago and what had happened to both of her parents. In his mind, an odd question rose it's ugly head: When his mother died, was truth or lie posted along the front page? His father would never tell him, nor Agatha, nor even professor Dumbledore. Was it the fact they did'nt want him to know? Remus had been told that the story to cover his condition would be his mother had a dreadfull drug addiction and died while driving a vehicle under the influence. This lie, above all others, infurated him the most. He had seen the photographs, still or moving, of his mother and how healthy she had looked when he was younger.
There were many answers to Kara's question, all of which seemed highly unlikely as the next. Remus had never known Kara's mother attacked her, abused her. He could not find an answer, despite how much he searched his cranium. He was almost sure not even the smartest person in the world held such an answer. It could be Kara's mother was under a spell, drugs, dillusional, each answer Remus dismissed. He soon found Kara fell silent and in instinct, he glanced down at her, carefull not to disturb her. He followed the tear with his eyes, his stomach seemed to fall with it. A girl like Kara deserved to have the best parents in the world, heck anyone deserved to have parents that would treat them right.
Still some how Remus felt he must answer Kara's question to the best of his ability. He took in a light breath, pondering how he would word this. "It is not always clear why things happen Kara. Perhaps there was foul play involved such as a curse, potion or something. I can't explain what exactly, but humans are strange in that fact. We, like every other creature on this planet, are unpredictable." He said, hoping his words brought some comfort. He sat there still holding her, his hand rubbing her shoulder gently and comfortingly. He hoped life for her would be better soon.
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Post by Kara Walker on Oct 13, 2005 22:42:07 GMT -5
"...I wish...." Kara took a deep breathe and her voice not only was on the verge of tears, but of anger. "...I wish....that it was a curse or potion...then I could....could...pretend that...she loved me...That she regretted....beating me..." Sometimes to the point where I would pass out... The thought finished the sentence, though she refused to say it outloud.
She remembered the look on her father's face when she appeared on his doorstep with his sister Maria. The look on his face as he took in her thin form, the look in his eyes as he held her for nights on end as nightmares took over her mind. The pain he felt but didn't know she saw as he realized that the woman he loved didn't love him or their daughter.
Always, throughout her years, the fear of being forced back to her mother propelled her forward, as she struggled to best classes and do what she wanted to do, but even during those wonderful days flying on a broom or taking a test she knew she would probably pass, she had always felt the knowledge that technically custody had never been passed from her mother to her father. But now, just by talking about it, she felt like at least part of the fear, the burden, had been lifted.
Kara continued to clutch the fox pendant, so precious, so dear to her. It had been a present from her Aunt, kind of like a physical semblance of the special secret they shared, one she had never told anyone. Nor would she probably ever will, in the long run. She and her aunt were close, as her aunt was really her only comfort in those dark years before she came to her fathers.
Kara broke free of memories and opened her eyes, still full of sorrow but clearer, tears on longer threatening to spill immediately."....." She gave a great sigh.
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Post by +Remus Lupin+ on Oct 14, 2005 5:30:38 GMT -5
Remus took to watching her as she spoke, hoping she was relieved to get atleast some of it off her chest. His gaze dropped to the fox pendant she clutched to as if holding on for dear life. He knew everyone that had suffered kept something as a token of memories. His own momentum was a picture of his mother and him when he was just a year or so old. The photograph remained motionless as it was taken by a muggle camera, but it was'nt that. It allowed Remus to cease in his loss if for but a moment at a time, release his hurt as he stared for hours at his mother's young and happy face. He missed her long, dark brown hair, her smile, the sparkle in her bright blue eyes, eyes any man would be lost in. She had a rare beauty about her, one Remus would remember and never forget about her. Some might have thought him insane, but he believed loved ones never truly died as long as their memories lived on. So within his own mind Remus allowed the memories of his mother to thrive to the point he could almost touch her in his dreams. He knew why his father had fallen madly in love with her, yet he did not know why he felt his life was over and that he could end it in a swirling glass of liqour.
At the moment of Kara's great sigh, Remus studied her face and smiled when he saw no tears threatened to form. Tears were best in the fact that they helped one heal through the pain, no matter how great or small, nor the time spent crying them. He knew of nights where he sobbed lightly into his pillow as a younger boy, thinking he would never see his mother again. He visited her grave quite frequently and in return she visited him in his dreams. Suddenly Remus thought the memory too painfull so he took to boring a random hole into the Gryffindor table for afew moments before he looked back at Kara. "I'm glad you feel some what better Kara. If you need to talk any more, you know you can count on me." Remus said simply. He gave her a smile of understanding and kindness, hoping she would be alright with the passing times. Time another good way to heal, though in his case, time passed too slow for his own liking.
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Post by Kara Walker on Oct 14, 2005 14:09:39 GMT -5
She felt rather then saw his eyes on the pendant, and she felt that she could trust Remus enough to give him some explanation of the pendant, something she wanted to share with someone for a very long time. "....My Aunt gave me this, a Walker family heirloom. She gave it to me on my ninth birthday, and later that same night she smuggled me out of that horrid place in North Dakota and we started the long journey to London, back to my father's house, where I was born... It was to remind me of the two promises she made me, the first by delivering me to my father's home, the second, well-" She gave a faint chuckle "-it was fulfilled just this summer, something I dreamed of and only read in books, in fairy tales, until this summer..." Kara smiled, in light of the memory, of the astonishment she had felt.
"Kara, you can never tell anyone about this, it'll be our secret, but no one must ever know, not unless you have no other choice. Only use it when it is an absolute emergency, and you are sure no one else is around.." Her aunt's gentle yet stern words came back to her, though her Aunt had a michievous twinkle in her eyes, offset by the solemn and stern expression she had on her face. Then she shoved Kara out the door to weed the gardens.
She looked up at him and gave him a smile in return, a ghost of the former Kara returning with a small sparkle in her eyes. "Thank you, Remus. And for this, maybe I'll cut down on the dungbombs when you're around." she joked, a feeble attempt but a joke nonetheless, though her voice wavered. "I'm glad to know that I can come talk to you on some things." Some things. There were some things she could talk about to no one, ever, but at least there were a few things that she could talk about.
Kara had never been real open about her feelings, though her friends often teased her about being unable to hide most of her emotions. Talking about something that had troubled her for so long, something that she talked about to no one, was helping her a lot, helping her come to cope with the sudden onslaught of dread, worry and fear. And letting one of her friends know about her mother allowed her to cope, even only for a little bit, with the memories of pain and horror she had those few years in her mothers home.
She hesitated before speaking again "And...if you ever...need someone to speak to....I'm here, alright? Thats what friends are for, ya? I may not be the most brilliant person or the most patient, but I can listen..." Her voice was quiet, somewhat solemn. Then she grinned at him. "Because if I have too much free time, it'll be a dungbomb mess around the school!" There was part of the old Kara, trying to break out of the sorrowful shell she had encased herself in.
Traces of sorrow and other feelings were still in her face, but the original Kara seemed to be returning, relieved that she could talk to someone who didn't think she was absolutely insane. True, she still felt dread, worry, fear, everything that had caused her to change so drastically, but just by talking and letting herself cry just a bit, even if it was one tear, helped her get over some of the pain.
"Remus, I can't thank you enough..."
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Post by +Remus Lupin+ on Oct 14, 2005 17:23:45 GMT -5
Remus listened to her the explaination closely, paying attention to any minor detail he might have missed as he kept his gaze upon the fox charm. Something in Kara's speech made Remus question it greatly..Did the pendant have some sort of power? It was common to find something so small and seemingly insignificant as a necklace to possess a horrible curse, or love spell. He did not know the difference between the two, nor did he think he wanted to know. Her aunt Maria seemed so precious to her, just as his mother had been to him. He hoped in his heart and soul Kara would never suffer such a tragic loss. Remus knew all too well that it happened, yet he wished there was some way to bring a person back from the dead. It simply was not fair. There were spells and curses that could take life, but he had never found anything to give life, no matter how much he buried his nose in books. Hearing what Kara had to say seemed to ease his hurt as well, though his mother died many, many years ago.
Sooner than he had expected, Remus saw the bright spirited Queen of Dungbombs again. He gave a mischevious grin at her comment about cutting on the dungbombs when he was around. Such foul, digusting things, but useful in both pranking and warding off trolls like Slytherins. Remus could have a twisted mind sometimes, but how could you blame him when he spoke the truth? He had never really noticed, but as his gaze swept the Slytherin table on the oppostie side of the hall, malicious thoughts sprung into his mind. "The school could use a good sweep of dungbombs occasionally, especially when warding off the Troll House." Remus snickered to himself. Coming up with nicknames for the Slytherin house, Gryffindor's arch rival, was both entertaining and humorous. Ah the joys of being in the same house with James and Sirius, though with Kara Walker around they had competition. Neither of them backed down and he was sure they would accept Kara as their new pranking rival. Who knew. Maybe one day even ole Remus himself might accompany her on a mission of mischief. To each his own, as Parker often said so brilliantly.
Remus, ofcourse, was relieved to see Kara was perky for the moment at least. He hated to intrude, but as his gaze caught sight of roast, potatos and dark brown sloppy gravy, his stomach could not resist any longer. "I don't know about you Kara, but I'm famished." He said suddenly, unwrapping his arm from around Kara in order to pull come food over to him. It was a rare sight to see the thin boy eat, but when he did he never wasted a bite. Not a speck would be left so just give him fifteen minutes and it was down the hatch for as much as he could eat without springing a leak. He did not want to be rude to Kara so he figured what the hey, he was sure she had to eat too. "Care for anything Kara?" He asked, almost offering to be her waiter tonight. Hell she needed to be cheered up, but she also needed to eat.
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Post by Kara Walker on Oct 14, 2005 22:16:29 GMT -5
Kara laughed at his comment of the 'Troll' house "Yes it would make them smell nicer, now wouldn't it? Though I much prefer the name "The Slimey Gits" Her green eyes, now sparkling with even more mischief, also swept across the Slytherin "And a special present for the King of Slimey Gits himself, little, itty-bitty, Snivelly." Her voice drew on many levels of sarcasm at the mention of Severus. Kara didn't like someone who called her friends mudbloods and held his greasy head high as if being in that bloody house made him King of the School.
However, her attention was drawn off that as she finally noticed the delicious smells in front of her. While she was brooding she didn't really pay much attention to the feast in front of her, but now her stomache was complaining quite loudly. "I guess I'm hungry...haven't eaten at all today..." she said, sort of sheepishly. "I need to eat if I'm going to plan the greatest prank Hogwarts has ever seen!"
She reached over for her goblet and downed the contents, after doing a quick sniff check to make sure no one switched her beverage with muggle soda again. Last time that happened, well, she had a huge headache, like a hangover, except Kara never drank. Later she learned that it could've been the sugar and caffiene in the weird muggle beverage. Whatever. She really didn't care, as long as she didn't drink any of that awful stuff again. Give her tea any day! She wondered if James and crew had anything to do with that, or if it was just someone pulling a prank on her.
She wiped her mouth off and looked eagerly at the food that she hadn't noticed. "Mmm...I'm up for roast, it smells great!" Give her food, she will eat. The great philosophy of Kara Ceres Walker. Most of the time. The past few weeks have been an exception to the rule, but nonetheless, Kara felt like eating again. Her gaze swept over the steaming food and her stomache growled louder, but she had no idea of where to start.
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Post by +Remus Lupin+ on Oct 14, 2005 23:26:50 GMT -5
((Jeeze it's amazing how hungry you can get when talking about food.))
At the mention of the greaseball Snivellus, a low growl could almost be heard coming from Remus. Oh how he hated him, yet he could not help but feel almost a feeling of sympathy for the goon because of the tortures Sirius and James imposed upon him. The key word was almost because Remus was not totally mental, but some might put up a good argument to that effect. He never took sides with a hygiene deprived loony bird, unless he gave him a damn good reason, which was yet to be found. Even then Remus would more than likely be only five percent on his side. Cruel sarcasym was used by both sides of the fence, however, so he saw all the good and bad things of fair or foul play. He half wondered whether or not Severed Head had ever seen a bar a soap or atleast a muggle hotel sized bottle of shampoo. For goodness sake school was meant to be a safe learning enviornment and the Slytherin house was making a very bad impression at the present moment. Man, what level was Remus sinking to? He actually felt bad for the Slytherins, especially the boys because they had to sleep with the smelly loon.
Leaving his world of lala land, Remus began dragging many of the plates toward him and Kara. He grabbed two clean plates and set them in front of their owners. Most all the students in the Great Hall were now taking to talking about their courses for the semester, chatting about the summer, anything but eating. Oh he knew what that meant. When every one finished eating, the food had a bad habit of automatically cleaning itself away. It made his heart sink into the hunger ridden pits of his stomach, making his lust for food even greater. he took a large metal spoon and dished out a good sized portion of the roast and vegitables. He soon found a goblet near by, ran it under his nose and then took a long drink from it. Pesky housemates had the bad habits of spiking the older student's glasses and in return, James or Sirius normally went around slipping a harder drink into the younger year's goblets. He then pushed Kara's plate back to her, heaping amounts of roast and veggies just waiting to be gobbled up.
Suddenly it had occured to him. He had not seen James even at the beginning of the school year and yet they shared the same house. He had witnessed Sirius, whom he was still some what angry at because the numb skull refused to listen. He heaved a sigh and began eating hungrily, thoughts still on his friends above his own petty needs. "Start with the roast. You won't regret it." Remus said between swallows of the warm meat and steaming veggies. He scanned further down the table, noticing afew of the plates disappeared and then reappeared with heaping amounts of fresh deserts. A large portion of them was tackled by first, second and third year Gryffindors like vultures to a fresh passed carcass.
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Post by Kara Walker on Oct 15, 2005 0:20:40 GMT -5
((man I would love to try some Hogwarts food....))
Kara, who's ears were sharper then most, caught the growl and she glanced at Remus. For a moment she said or did nothing before suddenly grinning viciously, a strange grin that resembled a laughing fox. The grin faded and she looked back at the Slytherin table quickly before looking at the food.
As Remus passed the plate onto her, she immediately took his advice and grabbed a fork, digging in faster then you could say "Camelot". After a few bites she sighed "Aaah that hits the spot....especially when you haven't eaten anything else today..." she murmured before taking huge bites of the veggies.
There was nothing like Hogwarts food, and the huge meals. Basically if you see it, eat it. Unless it was a Slytherin. She glanced at Remus and grinned, a normal grin, and spoke that thought aloud to him. She noticed he seemed a bit preoccupied, but didn't inquire about it. If he wanted to tell her, he would. She wouldn't force it out of him, just as he didn't try to force anything out of her. Hell, if he tried that, he'd find himself with a split lip and scattered pranks in his dormitory and anywhere else he went for about a month.
"You think James and Sirius are going to go out with a bang?" she asked, after downing about a third of the food on her plate in quick succession. True, she shouldn't be eating this fast, it was the most food she had had in several days, but she was hungry and didn't care. Later she would pay the price, but that was later and it could be remedied. Right now she cared more about filling her belly and trying to pry out information on if James and Sirius were going to give her any competition on the biggest prank for the end of the year. Because she had something planned, and it was going to be huge! She really didn't want competition, though she knew it was probably inevitable. She just wanted to make sure this time, Kara Walker had the last laugh. That reminded her of something else.
For the past few years, she had been trying to get either a Beater or Seeker position on the Quidditch team. She knew that James, the Gryffindor captain, would either be Seeker or Keeper. Maybe. She had no idea whether Sirius would be a Beater or something, or even on the team this year, though she knew that one of the old Beaters had graduated last year, and she hoped that she could get into shape to get that position. Or Seeker, if it was open. Truthfully, she couldn't remember who was who in what position on the Gryffindor team. She was tired of being a Chaser, however, it just really wasn't her thing. She wanted more of a challenge, something harder. Like always, she was seeking to find new challenges, whether on the Quidditch field or in class.
She broke out of her Quidditch-induced thoughts and looked at Remus, waiting to see if he would answer. She knew she probably wouldn't get what out, but she wanted to make sure she knew if they were or not.
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+Remus Lupin+
Junior Member
7th Year Gryffindor/Prefect
You know all about the madness within, don't you Remus?
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Post by +Remus Lupin+ on Oct 16, 2005 20:37:47 GMT -5
Remus finally let his thoughts and gaze slip away from Snape, for the moment atleast. He had a bad habit of letting a growl out when it came to any one of the Slytherins. Remus could'nt let sleeping dogs lie, but it seemed he had to if he was going to continue being a prefect. He was'nt about to loose it because of stupid prats that did'nt bathe. So, he let his gaze drift back to his plate and he went straight back to eating heartily. He had to agree with Kara on one thing though. Hogwarts food always hit the spot. Hell it beat his father's cooking and even his own cooking when he thought his father's to be alittle under done. Remus never thought himself to be a good cook, but he was fair enough not to accidently spill a box of rat killer in the batch of cookies his father made. Remus had eaten one cookie and about half an hour later he was as sick as a dog. That batch of cookies was thrown directly and with the thought that his father really meant to poison him, Remus took up with Agatha for a week. Spending time with Agatha and eating the food she made was as close as he could get to heaven. One could easily gain weight at her house and she always made him eat for she thought he was too skinny for his age. Yeah he was skinny, but he ate quite regular and had some muscle on him too.
A smirk crossed his lips as she commented about seeing it and eating it, unless it was a Slytherin. He watched as she practically gobbled down the food as if it was going to disappear, which it did once everyone left the Great Hall. When she inquired about Sirius and James going out with a bang, Remus had a questioning look all about his thin and handsome face. "I'm not exactly sure about it, but I am sure they are expected to have something ready. You know them two." Remus answered, concluding she wanted to know for her own benefit. He had been expecting she herself had something planned and he was sure he'd be able to see it, but curiousity would not leave his eyes. True he hid it well, but a sparkle and a fraction could be seen if one looked carefully. He ended up turning to his goblet, finding his throat dry from the potatos. He picked it up and scanned the staff table, noticing afew of the staff had already taken their leave. As he set the goblet down, he noticed also that the majority of the Great Hall was filing out, slowly but surely. He, ofcourse, would be one of the last to leave seeing as how he was a prefect and would have to usher the rest of the students back to their common rooms. He also noticed afew of the Gryffindors hung back, watching him and Kara while waiting for him to finish. He hated being watched, especially if he was with a friend. He glared at them, doing his best to hide it from Kara and they went straight off, laughing to themselves. Oh the joys that first years brought to him. They always tested him, wondering if he would be on guard each time they threw something his way. The mere prescense of them sent Remus blazing with thoughts of just taking house points away, but seeing as how they were fellow house mates, he knew the upper years of Gryffindor would not be too happy.
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Post by Kara Walker on Oct 18, 2005 0:00:42 GMT -5
"Well they'll have to beat me!" Kara boasted then clapped her hands over her mouth, realizing she just openly admitted that she had something planned in front of one of James's and Sirius's close chums. Nice going, hopefully he wouldn't tell those two, otherwise they would do everything they could to find out about the prank in no time. She had no idea how they did it, though she would surely love to know how. It would save her so much time, being able to disappear and reappear like those guys do. Sure, they thought no one noticed, most likely, but Kara was often curled up in a chair, thrown out by Parker and the others by one of her experiments, and she'd wake up to hear their voices from her little hidey-place. But that was only a few times, most of the time if they snuck back in, they did it quiet or she was just sleeping too deeply. Lately however, her sleep was being disrupted by dreams...but she didn't feel like falling back into her melancholy state.
She shovelled the last bits of veggies in her mouth and swallowed, chocking slightly from eating to fast. Some first-years began to laugh but quickly found other things to occupy them as she pretended to dip in her pocket for dungbombs or some other prank. After a few dungbombs and fireworks exploded in the Gryffindor first-year dormitories, they grew to be quite wary around her. She was thankful Remus hadn't come after her about that yet, though he probably knew it was her. She didn't think she could stand a lecture or something from him. Hell, she doubted she could stand feeling any guilt because of something she did that he disapproved of.
Kara sighed then frowned. Lately her thoughts had often been along the lines of What would Remus say? What if he catches me? She never worried about that before. But something had changed the past year. She didn't know what, but she would never let it get in the way of her friendship with Remus. Nor would she ever let him know. Like she knew herself. She sighed again and shook her head.
She picked up an unused spoon and spun it around in her fingers, the spoon becoming a silvery blur. Normally she would have done something stupid, like start juggling knives or enchant spoons to whack the Slytherins, but she still wasn't feeling quite up to her normal self.
"And unbeknownst to her, her mind had begun to slip as the years passed on and yet no one noticed."
She murmured the phrase from a poem she had written one summer, not realizing she said it out loud. She continued to twirl the spoon, with such skill from doing it year after year that the silver blurring resembled a transparent, silvery disk.
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