Remus J Lupin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theshabbiestofmen) wrote2012-05-01 09:18 pm
theshabbiestofmen) wrote2012-05-01 09:18 pm
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[Jehan stared a moment, brows raised, then paled a little, embarrassed.
Ah. He had in fact said that out loud. Not that he felt it was untrue, he just must-- seem very odd, mustn't he. Nothing new, per say, but...]
That is to say... I mean. I believe... I believe there are seven. Perception being the sixth; the ability of the mind to see and feel that which is not quite 'there', such as in instances of deja vu, or a cold spot where an old spirit may lurk, or--
[He faltered at going on, turning a little pink now instead.]
Perhaps I sound most... well. Moronic?
Ah. He had in fact said that out loud. Not that he felt it was untrue, he just must-- seem very odd, mustn't he. Nothing new, per say, but...]
That is to say... I mean. I believe... I believe there are seven. Perception being the sixth; the ability of the mind to see and feel that which is not quite 'there', such as in instances of deja vu, or a cold spot where an old spirit may lurk, or--
[He faltered at going on, turning a little pink now instead.]
Perhaps I sound most... well. Moronic?
Not in the least!
[He rushes to assure him. Perhaps they're not senses in the traditional sense (as it were), but he quite likes the thought of that.]
No, I think that's quite a good way to look at it. Especially since it's such a documented phenomenon.
[He rushes to assure him. Perhaps they're not senses in the traditional sense (as it were), but he quite likes the thought of that.]
No, I think that's quite a good way to look at it. Especially since it's such a documented phenomenon.
[He smiled lightly, glad for Remus' kindness on the matter.]
...Thank you.
The seventh, well; I would count that as emotion. Sometimes we may feel something literally by feeling it figuratively, in any part of us. A tingling when he love someone, a death created by pure sadness of the person. Feelings are manifest, but they work on quite a different level, and guide us almost intuitively. So... as is not unusual for myself, I have taken to affronting science, and logic, and reason-- and I say there are indeed seven.
...Thank you.
The seventh, well; I would count that as emotion. Sometimes we may feel something literally by feeling it figuratively, in any part of us. A tingling when he love someone, a death created by pure sadness of the person. Feelings are manifest, but they work on quite a different level, and guide us almost intuitively. So... as is not unusual for myself, I have taken to affronting science, and logic, and reason-- and I say there are indeed seven.
[He tilts his head, listening, but he smiles at the end.]
Well. As an utter affront to science itself, as my mother was fond of telling my father and I, I'd be more the fool if I said you were wrong. I quite like those ideas.
Well. As an utter affront to science itself, as my mother was fond of telling my father and I, I'd be more the fool if I said you were wrong. I quite like those ideas.
[That makes him laugh, lightly, easing into comfort again.]
Parents have a way of being very galled by it, don't they? I am gald to have convinced you.
Parents have a way of being very galled by it, don't they? I am gald to have convinced you.
Especially when said parents don't share your talents, yes. What are-- were?-- yours like?
Ah-- were yours the non-magical type that you spoke of?
[Brows lifted a bit.]
Are and were, I'm afraid. My mother was a very gentle soul, and my memories of her; though few; are all bathed in her kindness, I fancy. My father is a bit more stern, a solider with a very neat view on how a young man's life ought to proceed. It's a very common story, I daresay. But I was raised in principle by my Uncle and Grandmother; very good people.
[Brows lifted a bit.]
Are and were, I'm afraid. My mother was a very gentle soul, and my memories of her; though few; are all bathed in her kindness, I fancy. My father is a bit more stern, a solider with a very neat view on how a young man's life ought to proceed. It's a very common story, I daresay. But I was raised in principle by my Uncle and Grandmother; very good people.
My father is a wizard; my mother is a non-magical sort, yes. But that's quite lovely to hear. I suppose I can't really blame stern parents, especially if it sounds as if they're coming from a place of kindness.
Was she thrilled or alarmed by your talents? Forgive me if I cut too close. [A soft smile.] I should like to be sure that it came from a place of kindness; I cannot think of many fathers who would not be exasperated by a son turning to poetry, of all things; with all seven senses, at that.
Thrilled, I hope. Although exasperated, at times; it isn't particularly easy, I imagine, when your son has magic and you don't. I remember once she wanted to take me to the doctor and I, ah, sealed the door and wouldn't come out.
[He pushes a hand through his hair, vaguely embarrassed.]
In any case. Would you mind showing me some of your poetry at some point? I didn't know you were a poet, to be frank; I'd love to hear some. Read some. Whichever.
[He pushes a hand through his hair, vaguely embarrassed.]
In any case. Would you mind showing me some of your poetry at some point? I didn't know you were a poet, to be frank; I'd love to hear some. Read some. Whichever.
[She had planned on just walking past him - she saw him in the hall heading in the opposite direction from her, but then suddenly she gets within a few feet-
It's not that he smells like werewolf (although he does) it's that he smells like a werewolf she's met - not that he smells like anyone but himself.
She does a legitimate double take]
Hold on, hooold on a moment there-
It's not that he smells like werewolf (although he does) it's that he smells like a werewolf she's met - not that he smells like anyone but himself.
She does a legitimate double take]
Hold on, hooold on a moment there-
[He glances behind him a bit warily, frowning.]
Yes? Can I help you?
Yes? Can I help you?
I-- uh. We may have? When did we-- er-- meet?
[It's hard to remember things as Moony, after all, especially when he was half-drunk off the Wolfsbane potion.]
[It's hard to remember things as Moony, after all, especially when he was half-drunk off the Wolfsbane potion.]
I-- yes. Remus Lupin. Was this about a month ago? Were you-- ah-- human?
I'm sorry, it's terribly hard to keep track of people-- but yes, I am. I have been for about ten years.
Were you the-- er-- tiger?
Were you the-- er-- tiger?
It's hard to forget when an animal manages to calm Moony down, to be honest.
[Rather obediently he follows.]
Though I'd like to think I had a hand in that as well.
[Rather obediently he follows.]
Though I'd like to think I had a hand in that as well.
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