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Excerpts from Order of the Phoenix (Ch.9) by J.K. Rowling

Lupin looked from Mrs Weasley to the dead Harry on the floor and seemed to understand in an instant. Pulling out his own wand, he said, very firmly and clearly: "Riddikulus!" Harry's body vanished. A silvery orb hung in the air over the spot where it had lain. Lupin waved his wand once more and the orb vanished in a puff of smoke. "Oh - oh - oh!" gulped Mrs Weasley, and she broke into a storm of crying, her face in her hands. "Molly," said Lupin bleakly, walking over to her. "Molly, don't..." Next second, she was sobbing her heart out on Lupin's shoulder. "Molly, it was just a Boggart," he said soothingly, patting her on the head. "Just a stupid Boggart..." [...] "Molly, that's enough," said Lupin firmly. "This isn't like last time. The Order are better prepared, we've got a head start, we know what Voldemort's up to -" Mrs Weasley gave a little squeak of fright at the sound of the name. "Oh, Molly, come on, it's about time you got used to hearing his name - look, I can't promise no one's going to get hurt, nobody can promise that, but we're much better off than we were last time. You weren't in the Order then, you don't understand. Last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one..." "And as for who's going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died," said Lupin, smiling slightly, "what do you think we'd do, let them starve?"

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It’s amazing how, when something big happens in your life, the world doesn’t just end. Things keep going on around you: people go to work, they come home… Maybe they go out, or maybe they spend time with children, or their spouse, or their pet. Someone talks to someone else, or perhaps a silence passes between them. All the while you sit there, wondering how things keep moving when your life has crashed down around you.

For Remus. it didn’t crash; not really. It wasn’t so sudden as all that. The change had been slow and subtle, not really any flash and bang to it. There had been time  spent, a whole plan thought out and put into action. Remus knew that somewhere, somehow, someone had managed to think in their head to make the move that would leave him this away: alone, apart, and angry. He wasn’t just angry; he wished that he could be just angry, how much simpler would that be? No, there was so much to feel, and he had to feel it all alone as the whole of the wizarding world celebrated and toasted. A boy alone, parents dead, but a great evil vanquished. Friends lost, and confidants, but the greatest dark wizard that could be thought of has been taken down. Whispers of “he’s gone” and “just a boy” reached Remus’s ears as he trudged slowly down Diagon Alley. Not just a boy. Men. Women. His best friends. Some dead, some tortured, and one -one who he used to trust more than anything -in Azkaban, labeled a murderer.

In all honesty, Remus didn’t know what he had left. He walked through the doors of the leaky cauldron and got a room, his own home deemed not safe enough until the remaining Death Eaters were captured. He took the room under a different name than his own. 

They were all gone.

Remus can’t help but think about the past. It wasn’t so long ago that everything was good and perfect and wonderful. Things had begun to grow dark, sure, but Remus could distinctly remember that time clearly. He could see it in full color when his whole world had gone black and white. Sirius, happy and smiling as he had almost always been. James, from a distance, flirting with the girl that would one day be his wife. Peter -sweet Peter, who just wanted to be as good as his friends. In one night he had managed to lose them all, and the pain of it all washed over him, and he couldn’t shut it out. 

It didn’t feel like it was all that long ago that they were all alive, well, happy, laughing together on the Hogwarts grounds. He wanted the world to stop. To rewind back to a time when life was simpler, to when everything was grand.

But again, why should the world stop for him?

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He was happy. Really, he was.

But as he stood there watching his friends, watching what was developing, he couldn’t help but feel maybe he was missing something important. Maybe -just maybe -he should go for it himself. But every time that happened, the full moon would rear its ugly head and he would be reminded exactly why he couldn’t let that happen. It was better this way.

He was happy. Wasn’t he?

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I hardly think I'd be any sort of company on a broom, Prongs. That could help.

I thought the term was blood, sweat, and tears, though the later wouldn't really belong on the pitch, I suppose. The cup this year might be ours, then, hmm?

Anyone up for some flying?

While that offer sounds positively brilliant, I’m going to have to turn it down. For the common welfare of the public, you know. I’d either hit someone or break something, both of which I’m not particularly keen on at the moment.

Is there a match coming up?

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While that offer sounds positively brilliant, I'm going to have to turn it down. For the common welfare of the public, you know. I'd either hit someone or break something, both of which I'm not particularly keen on at the moment.

Is there a match coming up?

Anyone up for some flying?

I need to get on the pitch today…classes are already killing me.

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OOC: ATM are you and the sirius RPer wolfstar-ing?

OOC: No, we are not. (That I know of, haha- you can never tell with Ana and I -winks-) I'm now going to proceed to do the evil deed that is to redirect you to the all the feels ship that is our Dorius (if you make it to the end of the page without physically melting then something is wrong) xD

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"I figured as much." Remus responded with a short nod, pulling his scraper out from a particularly thick section of ooz slowly. "It's honestly amazing that a single plant can produce this much puss. It makes you wonder how Madame Sprout takes care of the greenhouses out there." Lily had always been good natured, in Remus' mind, and he could of easily known the answer to his previous question without hesitation. She was one of the best Head Girl's they'd had in years- though exceeding their previous one, Bellatrix Black, was not a difficult task to do. The red head was one of a very select few he could name that would willingly due such a chore without any real reward.

"Are you sure?" Remus questioned, tilting his head up to her as she offered out her own scraper to him, answering his question on the charm as predicted. His own scraper struggled for a moment with the substance's hold before finally releasing at last, coated in a thin layer of the green and yellow slime. Her comment made him smile as she wiped the residue off. "Mhmm, muggleborn instincts. I imagine they come in handy from time to time." He laughed back at her, standing up and trading scrapers with her now. "I could probably look a spell up for you, if you'd like." He offered, stopping only as he slid the scraper against the surface of the floor once more, this time a good portion of the ooze coming off in just a few swipes. Lily's charm worked miracles, of course. He scraped against the floor more intently now, the large surface a less daunting foe now that he was properly armed. Armed against puss, that is.

"How've you been lately, Lily? Not up to your ankles in puss every night, I hope." Over the past few years as prefects together, the two had grown closer and he had become accustomed to the prefect rounds in the afternoons and meetings on weekends. Now that she was Head Girl, however, and busier than ever, they hadn't seen as much of each other lately, for which he was finding he missed, something he hadn't anticipated for.

Clean-up| Lily and Remus

The sight of the familiar red head in front of him down the corridor was not a surprise, though her relatively high perch maybe more so. Remus smiled up at her, making his way through the light crowd of students who were currently shifting between classes. Picking up one of the buckets she had gestured to, he lifted it and held it up to her with an apologetic look, getting a closer look at the job she had been dealth.

“Lily, could you use some help? This-” A glance at the the thick ooze which currently covered many of the surfaces around them spoke for itself. “This looks like it’ll take all afternoon.” Before she could refuse his help, he set down the filled bucked of -puss, was it?- onto the ground and shrugged his bag off his shoulder, setting it on a clean section of the windowsill neatly. The job of a Head Girl seemed to be much more glamorous from a distance, it would appear, as he picked up a flat metal object that matched the one the redhead held in her own hand to scrape the potent slime off of the stone surface.

“How did you end up landing this job during your spare block? This is something more fit for someone serving a detention, from my own experience, and I highly doubt that’s what you’re here for.” Remus questioned conversationally as he joined her by the end of the step ladder, beginning to work at a portion of slime that covered the floor beneath them.

A few single scrapes proved the job to be much slower than in seemed to be in Lily’s hands, and he quirked his head up for a moment, pausing slightly as he continued on a small section, his brows furrowing as the job went on. “Is there a charm you’re using to get it off more cleanly? It doesn’t seem fond on separating from the floor here.”

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I see that your rp group has deactivated, but I'd love to rp with you and the others if you guys are still rping.

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Oh! Hello anon~ *has forgotten to update her blog*

Thanks for the interest, that's lovely! Our old roleplay did deactivate, but those of us who wished to stay along and continue our plots joined in and created a separate roleplay.

If you'd like to send in an app, by all means, go ahead! It's still very much in the works, but I appreciate the interest!

~ Abby

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The best part of waking up is?

I'm not exactly a fan of mornings, exactly. It depends on the day.

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What was your favorite pet you had as a child and why?

I never had any pets as a child growing up.

Well, unless you're counting the bugs in our garden. I don't think I had a favorite, though.

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Why is abbreviations such a long word when it means the opposite of long words?

Well, the word abbreviations is not an abbreviated word itself, so it wouldn't have to be small in size to match up. The meaning of the word really doesn't have to have anything to do with the size. If that were true, then the word puppy would have to swapped with dog, for example, to fit along with this rule. It just wouldn't make sense.

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Why isn’t chocolate considered a vegetable, if chocolate comes from cocoa beans, and all beans are a vegetable?

I'm not sure, anon, that's a good question. I don't see any reason why it shouldn't be considered a vegetable, by that logic.

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The sight of the familiar red head in front of him down the corridor was not a surprise, though her relatively high perch maybe more so. Remus smiled up at her, making his way through the light crowd of students who were currently shifting between classes. Picking up one of the buckets she had gestured to, he lifted it and held it up to her with an apologetic look, getting a closer look at the job she had been dealth.

"Lily, could you use some help? This-" A glance at the the thick ooze which currently covered many of the surfaces around them spoke for itself. "This looks like it'll take all afternoon." Before she could refuse his help, he set down the filled bucked of -puss, was it?- onto the ground and shrugged his bag off his shoulder, setting it on a clean section of the windowsill neatly. The job of a Head Girl seemed to be much more glamorous from a distance, it would appear, as he picked up a flat metal object that matched the one the redhead held in her own hand to scrape the potent slime off of the stone surface.

"How did you end up landing this job during your spare block? This is something more fit for someone serving a detention, from my own experience, and I highly doubt that's what you're here for." Remus questioned conversationally as he joined her by the end of the step ladder, beginning to work at a portion of slime that covered the floor beneath them.

A few single scrapes proved the job to be much slower than in seemed to be in Lily's hands, and he quirked his head up for a moment, pausing slightly as he continued on a small section, his brows furrowing as the job went on. "Is there a charm you're using to get it off more cleanly? It doesn't seem fond on separating from the floor here."

Clean-up| Lily and Remus

The ladder creaked, and tried to wobble. It was a little silly; Lily had two different charms on it to keep it from falling over, the thing was just keeping up appearances. Several feet off the ground in a busy corridor at Hogwarts Castle and scraping some plant’s puss off the upper wall, the Head Girl had no worries about falling. A Third year’s Herbology project had gone a little wonky in transportation, and Flich, having been caught by some debris when the plant was hit by a wayward charm - ‘But Lily, why aren’t spells allowed in the corridors?’ she remembered being asked two days ago - was off, hopefully getting this miserable material out of his hair but more likely still ranting at the poor kid’s Head of House, unable to preform cleanup. The task had fallen to the nearest Head Student, her not having any classes to get to with it being the weekend and being a little impressed at the distance the mess had gotten. The ooze was greenish-yellowish and smelly, and there were three large spots on the wall and one roped off on the floor. It was all terribly sticky, but Lily had a scraper coated in some beautiful magic that made it work smoothly enough, and she already had a bucket nearly full.

She looked for another. Oh, of course, she had left all other buckets on the floor to avoid nosy accidents… Rather than summon one for a multitude of Muggleborn reasons, Lily took the full bucket in one hand and began down the ladder. However, just a few rungs down she caught sight of Remus Lupin and stopped.

“Oi, Remus!” she called, “trade me this bucket for one of those?” She smiled, gesturing - slightly, so as not to spill - with the bucket she had by the handle to a few others by the foot of the ladder, of the same size and metal but in varying states of banged-up.

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