dear_mun | bringing out an old muse

It's definitely been a while, but it's good to know you haven't completely forgotten about me. You're even rereading my role in the stories - I'm almost flattered. Only, well, I know what you're like, and I know what happened the last time we were both here. It's not that I'm complaining, mind, I'm just attempting to make a very polite point. It's just that you get nervous whenever you so much as look in my direction, and the same could be said for most of the people currently crowding your headspace. It's not like you haven't been known for rushing into things before, and Merlin knows that I'm hardly the most stable of people to go running off with. I'm practically the spokes person for stranger danger, which - well, is putting it lightly.

And if you're absolutely sure about all of this, then try and pick somewhere where my fuzzy little problem won't become too much of an issue. I know that you've got your sights set on somewhere already, and that's very flattering, it's just - I know that it's not going to be much help whenever a certain celestial orb starts rears its ugly head.

Alright, well, I just wanted to get all of that out there before you decided to run off into the deep end.

P.S: Those keywords aren't funny.

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Rather tasteless, actually, all things considered. Your keywords, that is. Not, I imagine, that I can talk, given that all of mine are bits of quotes I haven't actually said yet.

Perhaps your writer will choose a place entirely without a moon. Or with a foreign world's moon. That would be a curious experience, I'm certain.

Fortunately for me, I've been told that they're placeholders until she finds something more suitable. At least there's that, if nothing else.

_{[ Remus pauses for a short moment, head tilting quizzically - whoever this is, he's familiar, but it's in a way that leaves him somewhat astonished.

This is Albus Dumbledore, and he's roughly the same age that he is.

And that's a strange thought to contend with. He smiles nonetheless, holding a hand out in greeting. ]}

Don't give her any more ideas. She's already torn between two places.

Good on her, then. I've no such assurances from my own-- I assume because she thinks them clever, but well, one never quite knows with her.

[ he accepts the hand with a brief hum of laughter. ] I fear I'm occasionally known for my inadvisable notions. I must admit that both places seem intriguing. I can't imagine having my magic taken from me in trade for some other, singular gift, though.. [ a thoughtful pause. ] .. I can see where you might prefer such a thing.

I'm somewhat concerned as to what she might choose next. If she goes in the direction of the Spice Girls, I hereby renounce my loyalty to her. You can be my witness.

_{[ Remus may or may not be incredibly excited, from one book nerd to another. ]}

You and I both know where I'd rather end up, but of course, the writer is leaning towards the underwater city. I do wonder how I'd cope without magic as we know it, though. How it might change things, whether it be for the better or not.

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Hereby witnessed. [ a grin. ] It could be worse, though, I suppose. It could be 'Werewolves of London'. [ yes, at this age, he's still sort of cheeky. ]

I'm certain at the least, it may go some distance toward humbling those who occasionally need humbling. [ like himself. ]

Oh, and now she's tempted. What did I say about giving her ideas? _{[ Cheeky of not, Remus is the one that's going to have to live with hideous lyrics as his keywords for the rest of his life. And they really will be hideous. ]} She even made a point to 'howl' like the song.

_{[ this is your fault, Albus, and you should accept your fate as a terrible enabler. ]}

And the rest will simply have to deal with it, I suppose.

( This person looks .. familiar, but Hermione can't place it. And staring is rather rude, isn't it ? )

You could always be thankful that you have 'keywords'! Mine are all random numbers, so far.

_{[ For Remus, familiarity isn't something he can claim - but she seems nice enough, even... when he notices the staring.

Well, it's not the first time he's been stared at. He just smiles in response, shrugging his shoulders. ]}

Still, better than Duran Duran. Especially when someone's trying to make a statement.

( Sorry, she's trying not to stare. But isn't that feeling annoying, when you ought to recognize someone and you don't?

Still, she snorts at his comment. )

It's a fairly primal song. What with all the hunting references and the moon and --

( Oh. Oh. She knows where she's seen him before. In pictures in Harry's photo album, of Harry's dad and his friends at school.

Which meant that this was.. )

Remus Lupin?!

_{[ Remus is just about to offer Hermione a smile, only her very loud and sudden outburst practically forced him to jump out of his skin - which, well, it's not a good idea to scare a werewolf within an inch of his life.

He tends to get somewhat defensive.

It doesn't help that someone he doesn't even know apparently knows him well enough to both know his name and his monthly condition. For a long moment, Remus looks increasingly uncomfortable as he stares Hermione down, head tilted and his chin defiantly jutted out.

Warily, he smiles. ]}

... Ah, yes. Do - do I know you?

( This is just .. too much. Especially considering Harry is raising your so and she's just had bury you a little over three months ago. How are you here?

It seems like they both look uncomfortable, Hermione for completely different (and sadder) reasons. )

No. Yes. Maybe. But not yet. ( Because that makes sense. ) If you don't mind me asking, er, how old are you?

_{[ Life, it would seem, is never easy. Especially when Remus is currently young and oh so full of energy - only, well, it doesn't quite work like that. There aren't any potions to make the transformation process that much easier, and the fact that he's absolutely exhausted is obvious in so many ways, despite his trying to hide it all. There are bites and scratches littered over his skin, some new and some old - even now, there's a large scratch dragging down and along his neck, though he's done his best to hide that away too.

Uncomfortable is an understatement. Remus is genuinely worried - how does this girl know his name? How does she know anything?

He anxiously shifts, eyes darting towards the nearest exit. ]}

That's not exactly an answer. _{[ Softly spoken, but firm. Remus is feeling somewhat on edge, now, sorry Hermione. ]} Why? I'm eighteen.

( As soon as she recognizes him, Hermione is surprised that she hadn't before - he looks tired, something Remus Lupin always looked. A little more beat up than usual, but he has that same air of exhaustion. And now she's about to make his world seem a little bit more .. insane.

Her eyes follow his to the exit of the room, before she holds up her hands, worried that he might flee. )

W-Wait! Please.. ( He's the first person from home she's met since being brought here. )

I'm .. your best friend's son's best friend. Except James Potter doesn't have a son yet, does he? My name is Hermione Granger, and I'm from your future, sort of. We haven't met yet, but we will, much later on in your life.

( Well, she did a bad job of explaining that. )

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!! hello!

HIIIII how are you /chinhands

/chinhands forever. I AM GOOD, how are you? c:

ALSO GOOD. wriggles fingers at

come join us at asgard we would love you forever. c:

aaah maybe. idk man. in ryan's gulch remus would keep the whole wizard and werewolf deal so hmmm

i understand that! c: i know we'd love to have you, so just think on it! no pressure!