An Introduction
Hello! I'm Anna, bringing you Remus Lupin. I'm a 20-year-old academic who cares too much about art history and Classics. I'm from Austin, but I go to school in Chicago. I collect rare books and old records, and if you sit still long enough, I will probably tell you about the Spanish baroque realists. Or Doctor Who. Or the GDR. I'm also probably the coolest person you know who has ever written a song about a red stapler. But if that's not the case, I would be very, very interested in meeting the others. I one day hope to be as awesome as Ron Swanson.
(I also enjoy sleeping, but unfortunately, I haven't done that much in the past several days, so I can't think of what else to say about myself. I know I do other things, I just don't remember what they are. My CDJ is texmas and my AIM username is zomgprongs, so feel free to add me on either. Or both, I won't make you pick one. That would be very difficult to enforce, anyway.)
Remus Lupin (boywhocriedwolf), on the other hand, is a 20-year-old squib who is largely indifferent to the magical world he knows he'll never really be a part of. He went to a very nice boys' boarding school on scholarship and is currently working two jobs - one as a research aid to a barrister, and one part-time in a book store. Once he's saved up enough money, he wants to go to university and study something impractical, like history or literature. He also really loves studying magical theory, but he tries to limit how much time he spends with this, since it's mostly sort of disappointing, reading about a bunch of things you can't do. Ultimately, since he's a squib with what he considers the option of remaining in the muggle world, he thinks he would prefer to do that.
Because he was bitten by Fenrir Greyback as a child, he does have the "virus," if you will, of lycanthropy, but because he is nonmagical and in fact, generally unaffected by magic, he does not transform. On and around the full moon, Remus just gets very ill, runs an incredibly high fever and starts behaving erratically until the sun comes up, at which time he feels exhausted, nauseous, and otherwise fine. As an explanation for his symptoms, his friends and relatives were all told that he has an autoimmune disease. And because none of the salves generally used on such injuries would work on him, his scars from the original attack still look remarkably fresh.