mind_the_muse: Parents.
((again, a different approach to this prompt. But, honestly, there's no other way Remus would go this far into detail about his parents))
Prompt: - How much do you really know about your parents? Imagine them as teenagers and tell us what they were like.
Summer, 1975
Sirius,
Merlin, I'm bored. The days have been dragging by lately, and I really cannot wait for the Summer to be over. Heh, I know, it's supposed to be the other way around and being happy for being away from school, but... Well, you know. We really need to figure out a way to not have to go home for the holiday next time. I really doubt you want to go back home any more than I want to be here. I hope you're doing all right.
While trying to avoid Mum trying to keep myself busy I decided to go up to the attic and see if there were any books up there that I hadn't read just yet. Instead I found other things, and while they weren't really books... I don't know. It still held some sort of story to it all that seemed foreign enough for me to almost consider it as one. My parents have stored a lot of things up there throughout the years, and I never really ventured up there until now, you see. I found a box that seems as if it belongs to my mother. From when she was younger. Photographs, books, things like that. Mum has loads of Muggle photographs; of herself, of herself with her family, of herself with her friends... I found one where she looks our age, and she looks so different than what she looks like now that I couldn't even recognize her at first. And I don't mean age wise, I mean... She looks so carefree, and just so happy. She looks happy, Sirius. I've actually even wondered if she would have been happier living among Muggles than getting dragged into this world. Maybe she wouldn't have ended up with a werewolf for a son.
I also found books of music for the piano, with notes from her on the side. She used to take a lot of lessons while growing up. I remember her telling me that, and Dad would always say that she was a brilliant pianist. Inside one of those books there was a picture of her with some friends. She had a lot of friends, from the looks of it. I don't recall ever meeting any one of them, but... Merlin, I still can't get over how happy she looks. Which I'm glad for, of course. I'd have to be absolutely daft to not be. I just wish I could remember her being that happy here, too. But, anyway, I made a duplicate of the photograph so I could keep it.
Heh, and I also found the trunk that Dad used for school. School robes haven't changed much, from the looks of it; he still has his. And books, and old pieces of parchment. You know, and he is actually a lot messier than I thought he would have been. All his essays are brilliant; I read through all of them and he passed with flying colours. Even Potions, so my guess is that my inability to do the same in that subject comes from my Muggle genes. Good reasoning, isn't it? He also has some photographs, though not as many as my Mum. There is one with him and the other prefect from his house. Or his girlfriend, maybe? It's a bit hard to tell. He looks very happy as well. Oh, and I hadn't realized just how much I look like him. I mean, I get some things from my mother as well, of course, but I look a lot like Dad.
I keep trying to picture how they were at my age, and I keep coming up short. And wanting to know more - really know - at the same time. They were both obviously friendly. And happy, or at least they did well in faking for the camera. Mum was a great pianist. Dad was a fantastic student (then again, he's a Ravenclaw so I suppose him doing badly in school was not really an option). Both are so different than how they seem now. It's just...odd. It feels as if I am learning about parents that I don't have when they are living in the same house I am in right now. I may ask them about what I found, but I don't know if I will. I haven't decided yet. Especially lately, with the full moon coming and all. I cannot stand the full moons here. They don't feel like they are parents, let alone mine, right now.
...
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to write you such a depressing owl. It probably really doesn't help that you are probably just as miserable as I am, if not more, but... Misery loves company, I suppose? I just... I hate it here. I wish I could be at Hogwarts again, or just away. I wish I didn't have to be here for full moons at all. Do you think our parents would notice if we leave?
...yes, all right, I'm joking. Kind of. I'll leave you now, before this gets even more unbearable to read. Take care of yourself, and please write soon, yeah? It's so boring here. I really hope you're doing well, and...sorry again.
I miss you. I miss you very much, actually.
- Remus
Prompt: - How much do you really know about your parents? Imagine them as teenagers and tell us what they were like.
Summer, 1975
Sirius,
Merlin, I'm bored. The days have been dragging by lately, and I really cannot wait for the Summer to be over. Heh, I know, it's supposed to be the other way around and being happy for being away from school, but... Well, you know. We really need to figure out a way to not have to go home for the holiday next time. I really doubt you want to go back home any more than I want to be here. I hope you're doing all right.
While trying to avoid Mum trying to keep myself busy I decided to go up to the attic and see if there were any books up there that I hadn't read just yet. Instead I found other things, and while they weren't really books... I don't know. It still held some sort of story to it all that seemed foreign enough for me to almost consider it as one. My parents have stored a lot of things up there throughout the years, and I never really ventured up there until now, you see. I found a box that seems as if it belongs to my mother. From when she was younger. Photographs, books, things like that. Mum has loads of Muggle photographs; of herself, of herself with her family, of herself with her friends... I found one where she looks our age, and she looks so different than what she looks like now that I couldn't even recognize her at first. And I don't mean age wise, I mean... She looks so carefree, and just so happy. She looks happy, Sirius. I've actually even wondered if she would have been happier living among Muggles than getting dragged into this world. Maybe she wouldn't have ended up with a werewolf for a son.
I also found books of music for the piano, with notes from her on the side. She used to take a lot of lessons while growing up. I remember her telling me that, and Dad would always say that she was a brilliant pianist. Inside one of those books there was a picture of her with some friends. She had a lot of friends, from the looks of it. I don't recall ever meeting any one of them, but... Merlin, I still can't get over how happy she looks. Which I'm glad for, of course. I'd have to be absolutely daft to not be. I just wish I could remember her being that happy here, too. But, anyway, I made a duplicate of the photograph so I could keep it.
Heh, and I also found the trunk that Dad used for school. School robes haven't changed much, from the looks of it; he still has his. And books, and old pieces of parchment. You know, and he is actually a lot messier than I thought he would have been. All his essays are brilliant; I read through all of them and he passed with flying colours. Even Potions, so my guess is that my inability to do the same in that subject comes from my Muggle genes. Good reasoning, isn't it? He also has some photographs, though not as many as my Mum. There is one with him and the other prefect from his house. Or his girlfriend, maybe? It's a bit hard to tell. He looks very happy as well. Oh, and I hadn't realized just how much I look like him. I mean, I get some things from my mother as well, of course, but I look a lot like Dad.
I keep trying to picture how they were at my age, and I keep coming up short. And wanting to know more - really know - at the same time. They were both obviously friendly. And happy, or at least they did well in faking for the camera. Mum was a great pianist. Dad was a fantastic student (then again, he's a Ravenclaw so I suppose him doing badly in school was not really an option). Both are so different than how they seem now. It's just...odd. It feels as if I am learning about parents that I don't have when they are living in the same house I am in right now. I may ask them about what I found, but I don't know if I will. I haven't decided yet. Especially lately, with the full moon coming and all. I cannot stand the full moons here. They don't feel like they are parents, let alone mine, right now.
...
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to write you such a depressing owl. It probably really doesn't help that you are probably just as miserable as I am, if not more, but... Misery loves company, I suppose? I just... I hate it here. I wish I could be at Hogwarts again, or just away. I wish I didn't have to be here for full moons at all. Do you think our parents would notice if we leave?
...yes, all right, I'm joking. Kind of. I'll leave you now, before this gets even more unbearable to read. Take care of yourself, and please write soon, yeah? It's so boring here. I really hope you're doing well, and...sorry again.
I miss you. I miss you very much, actually.
- Remus