REMUS LUPIN: 7 September, 1975

[synodic_pup]

Dear Dad,

What the HELL happened to me over the summer? I thought hanging out with Laura would set things straight oh god, NO pun intended, but here I am at school and it's a bit warm and Sirius's hair is curling around his ears and PLEASE MAKE IT STOP. Why can't I fancy ANYONE else? Why HIM? Damn him, so maddeningly perfect and incorrigible and

Comments

[trickster_gryff]

Problem, Moony?

Seem a bit stroppy lately.

*stretches his arms over his head with a small sigh, the bottom of his out-grown t-shirt riding up over his stomach*

Sorry. He's teasing, but he honestly doesn't know it. *licks*

[synodic_pup]

*frustrated sigh*

My parents gave me this whole lecture about getting my Potions grades up over the holiday. But you heard Slughorn, this year's going to be way more difficult than anyth-

*looks up and sees Sirius, and is momentarily distracted*

[trickster_gryff]

*raises his eyebrows*
More difficult than...

*smiles at him curiously*

[synodic_pup]

*blinks, then coughs and looks away*

Er, more difficult than anything else we've done. Is all.

[pe_pettigrew]

Working on the essay then? I can't wait till those sodding tests so I can prove once and for all how rubbish I am at all of this and drop it.

[synodic_pup]

*sighs* I'll give it a go. I'm not quite as horrible at these essays. It's like, like I know how to do things and why they need to be done that way, but when I get the ingredients in my hands its just...chaos!

[pe_pettigrew]

*smiles*

I'd think it's the chaos that you'd be used to by now.

[synodic_pup]

I may be used to it, but it doesn't help me with my grades. And really, what good is theory for Potions if you can't put it to work, yeah?