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~Background~
Remus Lupin was unfortunate enough to be bitten and turned into a werewolf at three. Now every month he has to go through horrible transformations that leave his body aching and tired. He's very greatful to his friends because he knows without them he would have lost control by now.

He just went through one of those transformations and is in the hospital wing recovering right now.

~Looking for~
Someone to play Severus, James, or Sirius (Names listed in the order that I'd prefere) who can post decent sized post. You don't need to write a novel but, please try for a paragraph, and of course I understand writer's block.

If you want to join please send me your profile in a pm titled: Moon (Tainted Heaven)

~Profiles~

Name: Remus Lupin
Age:14
Likes: Reading, not being bothered while reading, and secretly likes the pranks James and Sirius pull.
Dislikes: People calling werewolves monsters, his father, and people seeing his scars
Short Bio: Remus' father hated him since he was born. He blamed Remus for being a half blood. His father was supose to be keeping an eye on him the night he was attacked but obviously failed at that. Remus' mother always tried to heal him up after his transformations, but being a muggle she couldn't do much. When Remus was 13 he found out his mother died in a car crash (He believes his father was behind it). His father kicked him out after that and he now lives alone in his mother''s childhood home in France during the summers.
Looks:
Remus

Name: Severus Snape
Age:13
Likes: The quite places that no one else goes. Books about the art(the magical one eek )Potions, in which he is quite gifted. And most of all the dark arts that make enemy's wet in there trousers.
Dislikes: Misconduct, glasses, improper use toad stools, and the vary mention of James Potter and Sirius Black.
Bio: Severus is the son of a Half witch, and a dark wizard. So its obvious he lives a difficult life. But to top it all off, his school, his home away from home, is practically run by a group of wizards he detests more then anything. He is a prime target for there "Pranks" and has no friends who would come to his defense. But being in slytherin house its no surprise. Even so, he will have his revenge some day.

Severus rose out of bed as the sun light hit his pillow. He knew by the position of the sunlight what time it was. He was quite tired still, since he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. "Darned werewolves, stupid, hairless, dogs. The lot of them." He cursed under his breath. He had searched for it with three of the teachers after his attack, All the while dreading his good fortunes of late.

He sat on his mattress wondering if he would ever be allowed to Finnish his book of "House elf magic, and the etiquette that follows." the moon was bright enough that night, that he could read even without a light charm or candle. But his book would have to wait, or he would be late for class.

Severus skipped breakfast, like he usually did, and went directly to the potions class room. Everything seemed so ordinary that day, though the night before was so strange. He was attacked by a deer and a werewolf all in one night. Which was followed by teachers who refused to answer questions about a were on the grounds. And know here he sat, in his usual seat, at the usual time, writing in his book as he usually did. It was so surreal.

"Fine, a bit tired but..." He looked up from his book, and was shocked by the bandage on his face. "But what on earth happened to your face? It was him again wasn't it, potter. I keep telling you there bad news. "He would never put two and two together though, since he knew Remus would never hurt a fly. "You really should find better friends. Or at least ones that don't get you bloodied up every other day."

He looked up, once again, seeming alarmed. It was finally something new. "Well...that's good for the both of us, but of coarse your friends are still miscreants." He said, in regard to the friend comment. And couldn't help but speak instantly what was on his mind, when asked about recent evens in his life. "Well...I do have a feeling the teachers are hiding something. My father always said headmaster Dippet was daft, and I think he is breeding monsters, or is one, or something."

"Well the teachers won't cooperate with me when I ask for help, and they won't answer my questions." He said, Shooting down any argument. "I was attacked by huge animals and a werewolf last night." He hadn't told anyone besides the teachers about it, but still, they were friends. And he needed a friend at the moment. "It took me begging on bended knee to get them of there rears and search for them."

"No dumbledore is an idiot, not a fool. I doubt he would be willing to start something so foolhardy. I guess you are right, about the monster thing anyway." He said, leaning back in his chair. He began flexing his fingers, something he often did when thinking. "But then who could it be...couldn't they be more careful, take precautions? And what about the deer and dog with the rat on its shoulders?" He was losing himself in thought once again, with more to ponder now then before. But like all good things, the mystery would have to be put on hold. Class was about to begin.