Remus Lupin

I am writing this from a safe distance, and I will never disclose my location. I just thought I'd come clean and admit that I, Remus Lupin, am a thief.

A muffin thief.

See, I can admit this quite openly for two good reasons.

1. James, you never leave baked goods unattended
and
2. Greta is an obscenely amazing baker. They smelled too damn good and he's been hoarding them since just after Halloween, so rather than let them go mouldy they are now digesting nicely in my stomach.

I apologize, but I'm not even a little bit sorry. THEY WERE SO GOOD. IT WAS WORTH IT.

And you will never find me, I didn't leave a trail of breadcrumbs.

The rotting sock behind the sofa: it needs to go. I know Dorothy already mentioned it, but that was a while ago and the sock is really beginning to stink! The House Elves aren't going to pick it up, they think someone is trying to set them free, so if it is your sock - we'll all turn the other way and pretend not to notice, honest. Also, you might want to see a Healer. That sort of smell is not natural, you may have problems with your glands.

Smells sort of like spoiled milk, doesn't it? And it's not like I can leave the Common Room - it's after curfew, the library is closed, and I need to finish this RIDICULOUSLY LONG ESSAY followed by AN EVEN LONGER ESSAY! (Professors, please have mercy!)

PRIVATE TO MARAUDERS

Last night was hell. I never thought I'd say that I can't wait to go back to school so I can transform with you lot. Fuck sake. Sodding well bit myself in the arse. I had an itch, and now my arse is bruised. Take this as a forewarning: I'll be cranky and irritable on the train on Tuesday. Bring chocolate and you might be spared.

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It doesn't matter that this is the seventh year in a row that I've packed my trunk, I almost always forget something. You'd think it would be fairly straightforward, but I've misplaced not only my Transfiguration textbook, but also my favourite grey sweater. Accio isn't working. I'm too tired and sore and aching and fuck me my arse is killing to put any gusto into it.

PRIVATE TO MARAUDERS



That took longer than usual. Mum was worried because I slept for two days and wasn't much good the rest of the week. Bonus: extra chocolate and gillyweed. Mum didn't like it when Dad gave me that at first, but it does help. I just don't want to depend on it too much... chocolate, though, I'll depend on 100%.

Anyway, I blame you lot for it taking longer. It's easier when I'm able to go out and run about with you, rather than locked in the shed. Made a mess of the sofa that I usually sleep on. Bugger it.

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Hogwarts letters were a bit late this year, weren't they? At least they finally came. Wonder who made Head Boy. Kind of thought ... Thank Merlin, an excuse to go to Diagon Alley.

PRIVATE



I don't want to be alone
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( Remus Lupin )