Post by +Remus Lupin+ on Oct 13, 2005 22:14:18 GMT -5
Zzzzz...cough, cough...zzzzz..everyone sound asleep was driving Remus to the point of beginning the largest pillow fight ever to be held within the Gryffindor boy's dormitory. It was insane having everyone off in lala land of dreams when the prefect lay wide awake, staring at some random Gryffindor with his mouth half open and drool slipping down his pillow. Disgusting? Much, but what else could Remus do at the stroke of midnight? The looming thought of the full moon coming in perhaps a week scared him pantsless while standing in the middle of a room full of girls. Maybe Sirius would think that fun, but not ole Remus Lupin. Hell no. He'd rather take fifty full moons a month than suffer that amount of embarressment. He was certain his face would be so red it would explode. Remus wanted to keep his head so he shoved the nightmare away for another night of insomnia. Staring at the ceiling had gotten boring quick and he could think of no other alternative than to head down the spiral staircase that led into the commonroom.
Atleast there he could hopefully melt away in front of the roaring fire, relish the moment as mermories slowly sank away and dreams of happy thoughts washed over him. Yes Remus would leave the dorms and spend the night out on the couch, wondering if anyone might join him.
Remus stood, taking a single blanket with him and he quietly exited the dorm, making sure he was not to awake anyone. Slowly the wide-eyed boy crept down the staircase, the cold steps freezing his bare feet. They sent a shiver racing up his spine, but he would not make any noise. He knew McGonagal had the bad habit of showing up in the common room in the wee hours of the night to see if anyone was awake. He knew this because he had witnessed her enter and exit after scolding him, James and Sirius for being up so late. Did the woman not need to sleep? Apparently not because every time he saw her large bags sometimes hung under her eyes. He assumed that since some students spent countless hours doing homework, teachers as well must be grading the numerous assignments. Right now thinking what teachers did in their spare time, needless to say, frightened Remus. It was clear he needed time to think of more pressing matters, like his furry little problem and sloshed one as well.
As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he took notice no one was up and about. Remus was happily relieved that no one would see him mope around. He was suddenly scared, knowing the fact he had indeed become an alcoholic. He sunk into a section of the couch, repeating you are a drunk over and over again in his mind. He stared into the fire, the flames dancing in his eyes as the line strangled his brain like a poisonous plant. How could this be? His demons were winning and he was losing, to put it simply. He hated to admit it, but he felt with each passing day, each bottle it became closer to the truth. He fought it hard for two years now and at times he could almost feel like he was succeeding. Thankfully, the violence had'nt come to the Remus part yet. He could'nt help the werewolf half, but the part that was his own would not sink to striking one of his friends. He would die before that happened. He wanted to stop drinking, desperately, but how could someone that depended on something so much just stop? He knew the road would be hard, but he had
to for his family and for his friends.
Atleast there he could hopefully melt away in front of the roaring fire, relish the moment as mermories slowly sank away and dreams of happy thoughts washed over him. Yes Remus would leave the dorms and spend the night out on the couch, wondering if anyone might join him.
Remus stood, taking a single blanket with him and he quietly exited the dorm, making sure he was not to awake anyone. Slowly the wide-eyed boy crept down the staircase, the cold steps freezing his bare feet. They sent a shiver racing up his spine, but he would not make any noise. He knew McGonagal had the bad habit of showing up in the common room in the wee hours of the night to see if anyone was awake. He knew this because he had witnessed her enter and exit after scolding him, James and Sirius for being up so late. Did the woman not need to sleep? Apparently not because every time he saw her large bags sometimes hung under her eyes. He assumed that since some students spent countless hours doing homework, teachers as well must be grading the numerous assignments. Right now thinking what teachers did in their spare time, needless to say, frightened Remus. It was clear he needed time to think of more pressing matters, like his furry little problem and sloshed one as well.
As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he took notice no one was up and about. Remus was happily relieved that no one would see him mope around. He was suddenly scared, knowing the fact he had indeed become an alcoholic. He sunk into a section of the couch, repeating you are a drunk over and over again in his mind. He stared into the fire, the flames dancing in his eyes as the line strangled his brain like a poisonous plant. How could this be? His demons were winning and he was losing, to put it simply. He hated to admit it, but he felt with each passing day, each bottle it became closer to the truth. He fought it hard for two years now and at times he could almost feel like he was succeeding. Thankfully, the violence had'nt come to the Remus part yet. He could'nt help the werewolf half, but the part that was his own would not sink to striking one of his friends. He would die before that happened. He wanted to stop drinking, desperately, but how could someone that depended on something so much just stop? He knew the road would be hard, but he had
to for his family and for his friends.
