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Remus J. Lupin (slowburn_alpha) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,
@ 2021-04-26 14:46:00

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character: fenrir greyback, character: james potter, character: parvati patil, character: peter pettigrew, character: regulus black, character: remus lupin

RP: Full Moon
Who: Anyone who wants to be involved
When: Monday, 26 April, 2038 - Tuesday, 27 April, 2038
Where: On the grounds and then in to the castle
What: A couple werewolves just trying to get by with a little help from friends

Another month. Another moon.

Though he understood the potion worked now, was a miracle if he was honest, Remus still wasn't interested in taking too many chances. Not until he had a few months without incident under his belt. So, he still planned on using the Pitch to transform and run with the others. It would do him good to stretch and run. He'd noticed the previous month that the wolf form had the exact opposite reaction to the transformation as his human form. Where the transformation at the end of the night left him exhausted and barely able to move, the wolf form benefited from running and gently working pained muscles. It was probably something the curse needed to survive. No use having a violent predator that couldn't spread the infection of the curse because he was in too much pain to move. Still, it was something Remus had never noticed until the previous moon.

He'd offered to let Fenrir join them and he'd taken Remus up on that offer this month. So, there would be two of them, plus Padfoot and Prongs.

This could either go really well, or terribly wrong. But, Remus was hopeful in favour of the former.

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slowburn_alpha
2021-04-26 11:44 pm UTC (link)

During the Full

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wolfish
2021-04-27 02:51 am UTC (link)

Fenrir was in seventh heaven. While the transformation into the wolf had been as painful as usual, once he was the wolf, he was... himself. Except he knew how to be a wolf and not a human trapped in a wolf's body. Which he kind of was but not. He didn't really know how to explain it except that it was weird and strange and absolutely amazing.

The world was full of weird and wonderful smells and sounds and it was almost overwhelming. He was vaguely aware of the others as he gave himself a good shake but for the moment they weren't really registering too much as he was far too caught up in the whole sensation of being the wolf.

His tail was wagging frantically in excitement as he raised his head and howled his delight, then without really thinking about what he was doing, he play-feinted towards the others in invitation before bounding off towards the other end of the pitch.

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slowburn_alpha
2021-05-02 06:30 pm UTC (link)

Remus had learned the previous month that his canine body held memories of past transformations that were vague at best to his human mind. It remembered to stop and pause until he got his bearings after the pain subsided. It remembered to sniff the air, checking for the presence of pack before moving, standing slowly. Scenting all of his pack on the air sent a thrill through that part of him that had claimed three lovably reckless boys as pack years ago and mourned the loss of that pack for too long. Giving a little yip of joy, he went closer to nuzzle each one in a sign of acceptance that was, again, something his wolf body knew to do instinctively while his human mind wanted to hug each one of them tightly.

The sound of the other wolf's howl brought his head up, instincts on alert for a brief moment until his human mind could remind that part of him that acted on instinct that Fenrir was there at his invitation.

At the playful challenge, Remus let out an amused huff and looked between his friends as if to say 'well? are we letting him get away like that?' The same built up energy he'd noticed the previous month was making itself known and he spared a tiny thought for whether this was what it had been like without the potion, if this playfulness was what his friends had experienced from him...after he'd ascertained they were neither threat nor food. Butting his head against Padfoot's shoulder, he cast a glance at Prongs and Wormtail, then let his muscles bunch underneath him to propel him forward as he bounded after Fenrir.

Moony was ready to run and he just hoped the other Marauders were willing to keep up with two werewolves.

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