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Well, Remus has come back to the castle as you all have probably noticed. Please do your best to make him feel welcome again despite of what he is. He can't help his nature just like I can't help changing my appearance sometimes (especially when my emotions are incredibly strong).
Things have been confusing me lately. Last week, he actually gave me a kiss on the cheek, which has got to mean something, because I have never seen him do that to anyone before, ever. He keeps himself inside all the time, hiding himself from the world. I don't blame him, but....
I want to be the one that can protect him from the world. I know I won't be able to completely, but I want to be able to be by his side, and never leave him alone. I want him to know that I love him more than anyone. If only he could see that....if only he could open up his heart to me, I could...I could let him know he's not alone.
I change too. I know it's voluntary, sometimes it's not. Like I said before, if my emotions run too high, my hair changes colors. It's a bit ridiculous, really. But there's more painful aspects to being a metamorphagus. When I was younger, and in school, I had a couple of love interests (although I've always had a crush on Remus since I was younger), but whenever they would kiss me - a kiss on the lips, not the cheek - I would take the form of what their hearts wanted me to be. I don't know why this happens, or if it happens to other metamorphagi (I haven't ever met any other ones, so I really don't know), but it might have to do with the fact that every single time I do get kissed by someone, it's because I love them, (well for the old crushes, at the time I did 'love' them) and I want to be what their hearts' desire, their dream girl. I've taken all sorts of shapes, from blonde beauties to people I knew in school. And it hurts, every single time, because I know no one that I have kissed has truly wanted me, Nymphadora.
Remus has no choice when he changes. He turns into a wolf, to say in the least, who shares a wild passion for the open air, and who only wishes to run free. It's beautiful, in a sense, but I know that it can be dangerous. It's a part of Remus, and I love that as much as I love him. He's such a gentle man, and I want to be there to comfort him, to save him from his solitude and to make him smile. Just once.
It's hard going through unrequited love. But love, nevertheless. And I am not giving up on him, ever. Even if I have to wait till we're both old with white hair and wrinkly, I will still love him.
Keep up your studies, guys, O.W.L.'s and NEWTS are coming up!
Things have been confusing me lately. Last week, he actually gave me a kiss on the cheek, which has got to mean something, because I have never seen him do that to anyone before, ever. He keeps himself inside all the time, hiding himself from the world. I don't blame him, but....
I want to be the one that can protect him from the world. I know I won't be able to completely, but I want to be able to be by his side, and never leave him alone. I want him to know that I love him more than anyone. If only he could see that....if only he could open up his heart to me, I could...I could let him know he's not alone.
I change too. I know it's voluntary, sometimes it's not. Like I said before, if my emotions run too high, my hair changes colors. It's a bit ridiculous, really. But there's more painful aspects to being a metamorphagus. When I was younger, and in school, I had a couple of love interests (although I've always had a crush on Remus since I was younger), but whenever they would kiss me - a kiss on the lips, not the cheek - I would take the form of what their hearts wanted me to be. I don't know why this happens, or if it happens to other metamorphagi (I haven't ever met any other ones, so I really don't know), but it might have to do with the fact that every single time I do get kissed by someone, it's because I love them, (well for the old crushes, at the time I did 'love' them) and I want to be what their hearts' desire, their dream girl. I've taken all sorts of shapes, from blonde beauties to people I knew in school. And it hurts, every single time, because I know no one that I have kissed has truly wanted me, Nymphadora.
Remus has no choice when he changes. He turns into a wolf, to say in the least, who shares a wild passion for the open air, and who only wishes to run free. It's beautiful, in a sense, but I know that it can be dangerous. It's a part of Remus, and I love that as much as I love him. He's such a gentle man, and I want to be there to comfort him, to save him from his solitude and to make him smile. Just once.
It's hard going through unrequited love. But love, nevertheless. And I am not giving up on him, ever. Even if I have to wait till we're both old with white hair and wrinkly, I will still love him.
Keep up your studies, guys, O.W.L.'s and NEWTS are coming up!