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Teddy Remus Lupin
18 October 2008 @ 11:43 am
I have this thing for flying in the middle of storms for some reason. Don't ask why, because I don't get it either. I've just always really liked the rain, and I guess that's reason enough.

One year at school, when I should have probably been inside sipping hot chocolate and doing homework, I decided to go out flying. Which would have been fine on any normal day, but that afternoon the rain was falling nonstop. Big, fat rain drops, too. And come on, to someone who loves the rain as much as I do that was just too tempting to turn down. So I got my broom and jacket, even if I knew I'd be soaked by the time I mounted onto the broom and left.

Yeah. Crazy, I know.

I did manage to make it up to the air. I flew for about twenty minutes before there was a really strong gust of wind, and... Heh. See where I'm going with this? The wind made me swerve all over the place, and make loops while I tried to regain my balance, and Merlin it was awesome. I didn't fall, of course; I'm an expert at flying thanks to my godfather. It was just amazing.

Lately it's been raining around here. I'm thinking of going out for another trip, just for old time's sake.


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...uh.

You know, now that you mention it, I don't think I can think of anything. Which is probably strange, innit? I just ... Huh. I can't think of anything.

Don't get me wrong. I've probably done loads of things that are embarrassing to some people. If some of my mates were to read this they might be thinking "Can't you remember when you did [insert embarrassing thing here]??" but I personally can't really come up with anything. I'm guessing it's because I just don't get embarrassed easily, but that's a good thing. I think so, at least.

I mean. For example, if you're doing something to have fun, why be embarrassed? If you have a good time, then what's so wrong about that? A person should be proud about it instead. Even if you dance off-beat, or can't quite sing all that well. I can carry a tune or two just fine, I just can't really dance. But that doesn't stop me from trying. Practice makes perfect and all that.

Now, if you were to ask about the most embarrassing thing while sloshed...

...that's a whole other story for another day.


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Teddy Remus Lupin
29 September 2008 @ 12:27 am
Of course I would. I would make a terrific spy, actually. Here are a few reasons why:

1) I'm a wizard. This helps loads, considering all the spells that would come in handy.

2) I'm a metamorphmagus. I can look like anyone I want. I can change my hair, change my eye color... Anything. Everything. Can you imagine how amazingly easy that'd make it to be a spy?

3) I'm an auror. Which means I have training in having to be on the lookout for something, in studying body language, in interrogating people, and all that rot.

I'm still trying to figure out if all that is a good thing, though. I mean, if it's used for good then ... I suppose it is. It has to be, yeah? In my family there is a bad association with that word ("spy"), and I dunno. It just makes me uneasy to think that I can qualify so easily for something that we can't associate with anything good. Does that make sense?

...

Anyway, even if it doesn't, I guess I at least managed to answer the original question. Which is what matters.


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Teddy Remus Lupin
29 August 2008 @ 09:38 am
Flying.

It's a really great memory for a kid, you know. Toy brooms are the best gifts a little kid can have. Heh, in fact, I'm actually pretty sure I flew before I walked, but maybe that's just me.

Anyway, my first memory? It actually has nothing to do with a toy broom, but I still felt the need to mention it. The first real one I have is actually of me flying with my godfather. I loved flying on my own, and I loved feeling old enough to do so, but I loved flying with him more than all that. I felt safe with him, because I knew that no matter how high we went, and no matter how fast we'd go, he would always keep me safe. My godfather Harry has always done that. And to feel that security, and that safety, and all that? It's just a really good memory. Add it to the fact that it's flying, and it's awesome. My godfather has always been a mixture of big brother and father all mixed into one, and ... I don't know. I can't say enough things about how thankful I am for it, and how glad I am that he's in my life. That, all of that? Makes my first real memory priceless to me.


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When Teddy was a little boy, he used to love to listen to stories before bedtime and any other time that someone wanted to tell them to him. His favorite ones were about adventures, and duels, and dragons. Especially dragons. In the end things were always resolved, and endings were usually happy. Of course they were. Things always worked out in the end, after all.

Now, as he holds his little girl in his arms and whispers into her hair while she rests against his chest, it's his turn to tell the bedtime stories. It will be his turn to tell them whenever his daughter asks for them. It's his turn to tell her about duels, and dragons, and a princess named Sophia. He can already hear her exclaim, "That's my name too, Daddy!" when she gets older and is able to associate her name with the story. Just the thought brings a smile to his face.

Things are never quite what one wants them to be. Teddy Lupin has learned that throughout the years, but he isn't worried. Not when Victoire wraps her arms around him and their baby, and not when he's holding their daughter in his arms.

Things always work out in the end, after all.


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I don't play sports, really. Or, well, I do but not ... not how people expect it?

I dunno, the only sport I would have really gotten into - competitively, I mean - is quidditch. Just look at my godfather's and my mum's love for the game. I like it too, but I never got into the team at school; not because I couldn't but because I didn't want to. I could have, sure, but I chose not to. I just play with the Potter and Weasley children whenever they need someone else on their teams; it's more fun to me that way.

But, let's see, if I was in the Muggle Olympic games... I would probably be torn between the track and field thing, and boxing. I jog, a lot. I'm pretty fast, and I can run long distances easily, so I would do well. And boxing, that's my stress-relief exercise. What, you thought wizards couldn't try boxing? I can have some anger issues if I'm not careful, so I try to work things out by punching something or someone. In a good way. I could do that in the games, and who knows, maybe I'd be the first wizard to win a Muggle medal for it.


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Even if Teddy had been waiting anxiously for this day, now that it was finally here part of him wished it wouldn't have come.

It had started out as it always did during the summers; him fighting away the fact that it was morning and that he had to wake up, breakfast, out to see Victoire-- And it was then that it had happened. During his visit with Victoire, the owl had found him in mid-snog and the letter from the Ministry had fallen on his lap.

His heart had started beating so strongly against his chest at the sight of it, because he already knew what it was. That piece of parchment would tell him if he would be starting Auror training, or if he should start looking for something else to do for the rest of his life. Everyone had already reassured him that he would be a shoo-in, that the Ministry would be lucky to have him and that it was a given that he would make it into the program, but now that the envelope had arrived Teddy was suddenly nervous. So very, very nervous.

Nonetheless, after a deep breath, the piece of parchment had been opened as his heart seemed to halt while he read the words... And he was in! He had made it into the program. He would be an Auror. He would accomplish what he had wanted to do since he was a little boy. He would be following his godfather's footsteps, and his mother's--

And that was when the dread kicked in.

Now he was supposed to go home, to inform his grandmother of the fact that her only grandson had been accepted into the Auror program. That he would be an Auror, just like her daughter had been. Her only daughter. The same daughter that had been killed in the last war.

"I better go tell her now," Teddy murmured to Vic after she hugged and kissed him to congratulate him, and with another kiss he stood from his spot and took another deep breath. How was he supposed to even start telling her? Being an Auror was dangerous, and he knew it. The risk of getting killed was always there. How was he supposed to tell her that he was willing to do that? That she could lose her grandson to a Dark Wizard, in the same way that she had lost her daughter?

Flooing into the living room seemed to happen even faster than it usually did, and as he brushed off the bits of floo powder that lingered on his clothes Andromeda Tonks walked in from the kitchen with a smile on her face. A smile that seemed to fade in the slightest when she caught sight of the look on her grandson's face even if he did his best to smile back.

"Gran," Teddy said quietly as her eyes trailed over to the piece of parchment he was still holding. She knows. "There's ... something I need to tell you."

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Teddy Remus Lupin
Loyalty. Loyalty is a big thing in my family. Probably because we are so well aware of how badly things can go for everyone when trust is broken.

Giving your word. Kind of ties in with loyalty, in a way, but this is another big one for me. A person doesn't need to cast a spell in order to promise that something will be done, or that your word is being kept. A person's word should be worth more than that. In my case, it is.

Respect. Respect is earned, not given. It's sad that sometimes people demand it, and it's even worse that those that should have it lack it, but as far as I'm concerned this is very important. We can't live without respecting those around us. If we don't, in a way we don't respect ourselves.

Family. The whole concept of family. Family doesn't mean just parents and siblings; it includes everyone in it. And even if they drive you crazy sometimes, even if a person may feel suffocated, you know what? A family is the biggest and most important things a person should have. It's extremely important, and even sacred.

Love. A person can't live without this, I don't think. And when we have it, we have to protect it with everything we have. It's that simple.


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*locked*

Based on RP events; timeline wise, it corresponds to hpsws.

When I was younger I wasn't afraid of a lot of things. At least I don't remember being afraid of things, or people, because I had no reason to be. I felt safe. Very, very safe. I wasn't the type that would run to Gran because I heard something in the middle of the night, and I didn't really seek out my godfather so he could check the closets for any monster that could be lurking by. I was the type that would go and see for myself what that noise was, and the monsters just intrigued me. I could try and get out of this the easy way by saying Victoire scared me by how well we seemed to fit together, and how quickly I fell in love with her, but that isn't true. I have never been afraid of her, or the way I felt towards her. I just ... I wasn't scared, of anything.

And then the war happened.

My life has been so different since then. I don't know if they realize it, but almost a year ago the war started. Almost a year ago I got a chance to meet my parents for the first time, along with many others that are now family. Also, almost a year go I got to meet people that wanted nothing but make our side lose. They wanted to gain advantage over us, and they did everything they could to win the war. They didn't, obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be here, but, well...

Someone that has scared me is Fenrir Greyback. Not Voldemort. Not Dolohov, even if he was there as well. Not ... anyone. Long story short, Greyback was the one that did it. I think it's the fact that I knew what he had done to my father, and I knew he could have done the same to me, and... I don't know what it is. He terrified me in a way that nothing ever had. I don't know why. I just-- I still remember that howling laughter that he had. With Dolohov it was easy - a Crucio or his stupid spell and the routine would be the same. But Fenrir, he was different. It just was.

I don't know if I'll ever know why he had that ... effect on me. I don't want to think about it anymore, actually, which is why I haven't told anyone this but I am still not completely out of that basement. Almost, but not completely. Once I'm out, though, I hope when I think about him I won't feel that same sinking feeling that makes the hair on the back of my neck shoot up. I'm so tired of that sensation.

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Teddy Remus Lupin
12 July 2008 @ 11:06 am
I love my hair. Rather vain, I suppose, but it's true. I have awesome hair.

My "natural" hair color is black. Those are genes from the Black family that I couldn't get away from and, you know... I like it. When I was little I used to wonder why I had black hair when my parents' is brown, but eventually I learned to understand that I had traits from not only them, but from other people in the family as well. Then, when I put together that my godfather had hair like mine, and so did my father's best friends, I just thought it was fantastic.

I don't only have black hair, though. My hair can morph into any color that I want. A shade of green that is just right, the brightest of turquoise, a certain shade of magenta? I can do it. I can have various colors at the same time, too. And not only that, but I can also have it as long or short as I want. It's absolutely amazing, and I have fun trying out new colors.

Oh, right. Heh, one time I saw one of those Muggle toys - a mood ring? - and my hair is sort of like that, too. When I get angry it turns into this brilliant shade of red. If I'm happy it morphs turquoise. If I'm sad, any color that I look looks opaque it's a pain to morph it just right so that people don't suspect when this happens, but I can do it perfectly. It's interesting, really. The best part is when it changes without me even noticing that it does, because I love to see people's reactions. When I was little it would happen constantly, actually. Taking me out to the Muggle world wasn't exactly the best idea then.

See why I say my hair is fantastic? Besides from the fact that I inherited the Black family hair gene, I mean. Being a metamorphmagus makes it impossible for me to not like it.


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Teddy Remus Lupin
07 July 2008 @ 11:29 pm
I have been thinking a lot about this, and I have reached a conclusion. I don't think I have ever had a Freudian slip.

Don't get me wrong, there are some things that I should say but that I don't. There are some things that are just about bubbling out of my mouth, but they're still being held back. Yet, despite all that ... I dunno. I just haven't had a slip like that. Is that weird?

I think it's because, if it's something that I really should say, then I say it. I can be my father's son, in that I can be really quiet and keep things to myself, but at the same time I can be so very blunt and honest. To the point of me having to restrain myself if I really have to. And then, if I get blunt and honest, then you deserve it and I don't hold back. Trust me, you don't want me to be that way.

I guess... Hmm. Unless every word that comes out of my mouth is a Freudian slip because of how unconsciously released they are when I'm feeling that way, then I've had those. But, heh. I doubt it.


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Teddy Remus Lupin
07 July 2008 @ 01:33 pm
When I was younger my homes were Gran's and Grimmauld. By default I lived with Gran, but I always had a room at Grimmauld, and was allowed to sleep there whenever I wanted to. I loved it, of course; I was always around people I loved to spend time with, I had twice as many toys, twice as many places to explore... It was fantastic. And each house is filled with history. At Gran's it's the place where two people I never met lived (Grandfather and Mum, in case you don't know), and where their family was built. At Grimmauld... Merlin, that place is filled with history. Every corner of it. From the history the Black family made, to what my godfather has created with his own. And since I love history, you can just imagine how much I love those two houses.

Growing up how I did made me learn something. It didn't matter where I was, or where I was staying on any particular night. I lived and felt happy wherever my loved ones were, and I still do. Sure, that sense of comfort is stronger at Grimmauld and Gran's, but as long as those I love are around me, I can live - and in every sense of the word - anywhere at all. I love it. To me, that's perfect, and rather convenient.

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Teddy Remus Lupin
05 July 2008 @ 02:47 am
It's your birthday! If anything were possible, what would be your perfect way to celebrate?

I always have the best birthday celebrations. Every year, without fail. Gran and Harry make sure that I have everything I could want, so I guess I would just have them plan it out.

But really, all I need are my loved ones with me. Victoire, Gran, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, the kiddos... Merlin, you should see how full Grimmauld gets. There's plenty of cake to go around. There's laughter, and honestly that is all I need. Oh, and food, obviously. I don't really have a favorite meal, just random cravings, so if whatever my favorite dish that day is made then I'm happy like that. Presents are just extra. ... Okay, they're a wonderful extra. I have had the latest brooms for as long as I can remember. I've also gotten my own motorbike, which is pretty bloody fantastic. This past year I got a puppy. It might be self-centered of me, but honestly? I love my birthday.

Though, you know, I've always wanted to have a Christmas celebration on my birthday, for some reason. Maybe we'll do that next year.

And I'll make sure to get plenty of mistletoe.


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Teddy Remus Lupin
23 June 2008 @ 11:53 pm
I dunno. I mean, it's one of those basic things that should be obvious and clear cut, but it isn't. Here's what I know.

- Sometimes those that really do deserve to be respected don't have it. I don't like that. I mean, honestly. You'd figure others would know, yeah? But even if people do earn that respect, some don't care about it. Which is really unfair, but what can you do?

- Some that shouldn't have it, have it. How that happens, it's infuriating simple: It depends what pull you have in this world. And that is ... unfortunate, in the sense that it gives those people the idea that they really do deserve it and therefore act even worse at times than how they are in the beginning. ... Confusing? Yeah, I think so too.

Basically, the idea that I have is this: Respect is earned, not given. Treat others as you want to be treated. Titles don't mean that someone is above someone else. It doesn't mean that everyone has to respect you just because you hold an important position. How hard is that to understand? I really dislike it when people think otherwise. There's always that base, of common sense and basic respect that we all should have towards people. I was raised with that, and for the most part I'm very respectful. Those who raised me did well by me. But if someone is an arse, how can they ever expect to be respected? I have so little patience for that nowadays. I just don't understand it. Frankly, I don't even want to.


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Teddy Remus Lupin
12 June 2008 @ 11:26 am
It's summer time, which means spending a lot of time with Victoire. She's happy. I'm happy. We're happy. We're healthy. My family is alright and safe. Things are looking up. I'm training to do something that I want to do, and have been wanting to do ever since I was a little boy. My hair is looking awesome today, and the shade of turquoise is just right.

Utopia doesn't exist. I'm aware of that fact, and I know that the world is never going to be perfect. If it was, there would be no need for me to train to be an Auror, because things would be just right, yeah? Or they would be, for people that perceive that as perfection. For others chaos itself is perfection, and if it is then they are welcome to hope for it and want it. Doesn't mean it's wrong, but it really doesn't mean it's right either.

My point... Perfection varies in perception. For some people perfection really is chaos and all that rubbish that comes with it. For others it's the peace that we fight for and defend.

For me, it's all those things that I mentioned in the beginning. The world isn't perfect, but mine is right now. It's not going to always be perfect, and I know that. But, at this moment? It's as perfect as it can be, and that's all I really need.


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Teddy Remus Lupin
28 May 2008 @ 09:52 pm
9.3 - 13 things you know about the person closest to you. In this case: Victoire Weasley.

1. She colors her hair sometimes to match whatever color I'm using on any given day.
2. There's a fire in her that is absolutely captivating.
3. She's a lot like her dad, but there's also a lot of her mum in her.
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8.1: 13 favorite inventions.

Or, basically, my favorite Muggle inventions.

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Teddy Remus Lupin
This is kind of a tricky question, isn't it? If you say yes, you look like a bastard. If you say no, you look like someone just waiting to be stomped on.

I don't think it's appropriate to be unkind to people, but at the same time everyone has a limit. Even the nicest one of the lot. You're supposed to treat others as you want to be treated, and there's some level of common courtesy that needs to be given. Why burn bridges by being a git to someone, you know?

Not everyone knows of that "common courtesy," though. It's actually rather uncommon sometimes, so why keep being kind to those people if they don't deserve it? Being cruel or whatever for no reason is stupid, I think, but at the same time I don't believe that there's a point in wasting your time, kindness and efforts in people who don't deserve it. Respect is earned. It's not just something that's a given.

When I'm angry I can be really ... well, unkind is one word for it. If I'm cross at someone, I stop trying to be nice. What's the point, if things are just one sided? It's probably very un-badger like of me, but I guess things change as years pass and we get older. I know I used to be nice and kind to everyone I'd meet. I still am, but my fuse is shorter for those that don't deserve it. I'm so tired of that right now, but I'm just trying to learn how to pick my battles. Instead of wasting my time being overly kind to someone who doesn't deserve it, or being purposely unkind even if they do deserve it, I'm learning to stay indifferent. Or I'm trying, anyway. Wasting my time, efforts and energy is pointless. If that counts as being unkind, then that's that, I guess.


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Depends how you look at things, I guess. I mean, sure, no one gets to keep everything we have. That is rather obvious, and while I can say that it's not true I know that that is a lie. Everything ends at one point - that's just the way life goes even if we hate it. But not getting to keep anything? Merlin, that is such a lie. We don't get to keep what we want all the time, I'll admit that. We lose people, we lose relationships, we lose ... I guess it can be seen as if we really lose everything completely. Yet, at the same time, we don't.

Memories are for keeps. Photographs, mementos, things like that. All those really are for keeps. Yeah, I know, not what we want, exactly. But it's something, isn't it? We get to keep lessons that shape who we are. If people leave, by dying or for something else, we have those memories and they still shape who we are and who we become. Sometimes those memories can be downright cruel, but really, they're just something to hold on to. It may hurt to remember, but wouldn't it be worse if we were to truly lose it all?

It's just... I grew up with memories that others had to shape an idea of the people that I lacked in my life. I saw and learned how they smiled, even if I never got to see them for myself, and how they laughed from those memories. Pensieves are fantastic things, I think. I learned what was important to them because of those lessons and those memories that they left behind. I know it hurt the ones that had to share those memories, because they lost people they loved, but... Maybe it makes me selfish to be glad that they did remember, and that they did keep something from them even if it wasn't actually them. It was something to go by. And it was definitely more than just nothing at all.


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Well, for one, I'm not one to really drink. Things tend to get really complicated if you get too drunk and ... I dunno. I prefer not to deal with that. And if I do, then it's drinking on my own, when people I know aren't around, because me drinking a lot is usually a sign of trouble. But, anyway.

For the "fun" kind of drinking, if I had to get anyone drunk, it would be Victoire. Yes, I realize Bill might see this and will probably want to kill me but I wouldn't let her get drunk alone. Of course not! Where's the fun in that? I'd get drunk with her, too. I just won't mention anything about body shots. I mean, honestly. I'm not insane enough for it. I really, really don't want to know what Bill or Fleur would do if I mention body shots and their daughter in the same entry. But. Body shots are ... quite nice.

So. If I had to get anyone drunk, it'd be Vic. Why? I think it's a rule, or something, that you have to get drunk at least once with your best friend. Well, she's my best friend. It's only logical that I'd pick her.

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Teddy Remus Lupin
12 May 2008 @ 01:47 am
You're either good, or you're bad.

Something is either one way, or it's not.

You either say something, or you don't.

You either do something, or you don't.

Something is either black or white.

For the most part I don't agree. A person can't be just good, or just bad. Things can't just be one way, either. It's dumb to think of those things in those terms, because nothing can ever be just white, or just black. There are shades of gray, and shades of just about every other color too if you want to get technical about it. The point is, black and white is boring. Why stick to those options alone?

For words and actions, though, it's not that simple. You really do something, or you don't. And if you don't, you might regret it completely or screw something up. And words... Those are even more complicated, but I might not be the best person to ask about that right now.

So I'll just stick with my other answer, about how black and white is boring, and call it a day.


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