stain ☾ remus lupin

THIRTYTWO

"He's always said she'd never be able to resist him."

And then his smirk turned into a full on smile, teeth showing and all. The laugh that attracted so many fell from his lips and Freya let out a chuckle herself.

The noise quieted as lights filled some rooms of the castles. It illuminated through the window noticeably as dawn only just began to transform the sky into the beautifully colored canvas she was accustomed to. Sirius immediately threw the cloak over both himself and Freya as he used the same dewy grass to put out his own cigarette.

The two ventured back to the castle a moment later underneath the protection of the cloak to start the boring day filled with lessons, and the horrible night filled with the horrors to come.

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"I'm going to tell him," spoke the rather confident voice of Lily Evans as she met Freya in the hall between lessons. The two were going opposite ways as their courses brought them to two separate classes, but the connecting halls permitted them a moment's chance to talk.

Freya jumped in response to the girl's sudden appearance, but a large smile crossed her face despite her books slipping from her hands in the process of both excitement and startle.

"When?"

"Now," Lily responded as if it was the most obvious thing ever. A spell was uttered from the corner of her mouth and with the help of her wand, Freya's fallen books returned to her awaiting arms.

An unfathomable look crossed the blonde girl's face as her eyebrows furrowed and she said her next statement slowly, "You, Lily Evans, are going to skip class . . . to tell James -- James Potter -- that you like him?"

The girl shook her head as if the statement had just sunk in, "No, of course not. After lessons, I meant. I just got excited."

"I can tell," Freya noted with an amused tone as she watched the girl speed ahead of her in order to reach her destination on time. Lily's long robes trailed behind in her hurry, and she was out of sight in a matter of seconds.

Little did she know, the next time she would see Lily Evans, the girl would have a huge grin on her face, and a date with James Potter marked onto her calendar.

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The cycle always began and ended with one feeling. Pain.

Pain was the only sense of familiarity he felt between himself and the monster. At least he could feel something. Though his friends were unrecognizable, and his brain a whole different creature -- the pain was hauntingly familiar, never to leave his side throughout the process.

Flesh became covered with fur as his nails became claws. His stature multiplied as the moon seemed to shine brighter in the sky outside of the rundown shack.

The three friends sat as animals against the opposite side of the torn apart room. They watched the werewolf with sad eyes as it once again consumed their friend completely.

As always, the last bit of humanity faded from the eye of the beast as it stood from the ground, sniffing with an uninterested attitude towards the direction of the animals. The smallest of them all tensed slightly from where it perched on the back of a large stag.