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Tweak says, "HUGS NOT DRUGS"

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
2021-05-01 01:05 am UTC (link)

"Well, I'm sure Pads here would try if I asked, but we'd likely just end up with both of us stuck trying to get our canine bodies to fit where they weren't intended to squeeze through." Remus laughed, his memories of those older times only rather vague thanks to the disorientation of the curse. "Besides, now that it's me inside my head, it'll be far more entertaining to try to pounce you," he teased

Snorting softly, he shook his head. "A little rain is cold and damp." He'd smell like petrichor and wet fur in the morning, but he wouldn't give up these nights with his friends for anything, despite the strain between them...for various reasons. They might be daft idiots sometimes, but they were his favourite daft idiots...himself included.

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