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I'm Remus Lupin, werewolf and member of the Order of the Pheonix. I am also a loyal Marauder and married to Nymphadora Tonks.
"Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
O anything, from nothing first create,
O heavy lightness! Serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this."
-- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet.
Out of character, I am seventeen and honestly pretty Lupin-like IRL. Maybe that's why I like him.
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*sniffles* Remus! Why don't you believe me? If sirius said it, you'd believe him!
*snuggles* Wonderful, darling.
You're not going back out on assignment so close to the holidays are you?
Come on, It's not like you didn't like to joke around a little when you were a pup. Judging from what he says you told him about his future I'd say you've been away from the Marauders too long and have lost all of your sense of humor. Here. have some 'peanut' clusters
No no, Moony. You misunderstand me. I said you are MY wench. Meaning you're not a prostitute. You're just mine. That's all. And yes, I don't mind covering myself in chocolate for you. *wink*
Aaaaah!!! You replied yaaaay! *gives award for hottest werewolf EVER!!!*
Fiore hadn't had a fairly well week either. Besides the fact that her wand had snapped in two contrary to what she had told her Mother, she also had met a man - rephrasing that a muggle - whom she knew she couldn't be around and should hate but she didn't. And that was enough to make her queasy and sick. So she had to repay her Mother and Father by showing them she wouldn't succumb to those of tainted blood'sc charms, "Bellatrix Lestrange, I'm Fiore Lestrange."
"Remus Lupin I Presume? Pleasure To Meet You! I'm Emily Lestrange, Bella's Other Daughter." Emily Said As She Smiled.
Bellatrix smirked and nodded. "Isn't she? Are you speaking of Fiore?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.
A strange, quirky young one slythers past you and eventually stands before you - her eyes fixated on yours and her arms folded at her chest, she wore a scowl and did not dare let this grimace go for a second. "I know you, you're that half-breed aren't you? Mum's told me of your lies and ignorance," None other then Fiore Lestrange snapped quickly, though quickly composing herself continued, "...Hmmm. What's your name again?"
You see purple people? Oh it is worse than I thought!