ʰᵒⁿᵉʸᵐᵒᵒⁿ ᵃᵛᵉⁿᵘᵉ ; ʳᵉᵐᵘˢ & ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ
╰┈➤.. ᴵ'ᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᶜʳᵃˢʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ; 'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ¡! ❞
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Remus John Lupin was the quiet, bookworm boy. Attending a school meant for kids with rights he'd never have, Remus never considered socializing as an option, as a need of survival for 7 years in one of the most famous Wizarding schools in the Wizarding World.
He carried classical books, normally cooped up in his bed in the attic, reading adventure stories or diaries of people who were abnormal, people who were placed in other world's and gave him the idea of what bravery looked like. Shelves of books expanded over his wall, as if they had been planted as seeds and grown by virtue of the sunlight that filled the attic room.
His books were his friends, his books were his lover, his book were his personality, his books were his comfort zone. Remus' suitcase for Hogwarts was mostly covered in fragile books, the paint peeling off the covers as the binding bended easily from all the days of being read. He didn't consider this as odd - simply as bringing your friends along.
It all started off as an act kindness...
Remus never planned for it to turn out the way it did. He was the boy's shield and sword, guiding him as they walked a path together. He didn't plan on the boy having his own sword. He didn't plan on the boy swinging it at him.
He never planned on receiving death by a thousand cuts.
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