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Teddy Remus Lupin
"He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad."
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5th-Sep-2015 03:07 pm - HMD?
let us not talk falsely now
The requisite How's My Driving? and contact post!

I'm always up for plotting, chatting, etc. And of course, comments and questions are love.
18th-Oct-2012 07:21 pm - Sticky post
let us not talk falsely now
The sticky post, for getting in touch with either the mun (for plotting purposes), or Teddy (for random IC antics).
6th-Sep-2010 02:09 am - Some Time Away; for cleverestrose
I believe that I may be awesome
Graduating from Hogwarts carried with it the added benefit of allowing Teddy to enjoy more free time. Not that he was always the most industrious student -- he often hovered between being studious and indolent -- but Teddy found that he now had more opportunity to consider what it was he really wanted to do with his life. For a long time, he'd had the unwavering view that he should follow in his mother's footsteps and be an Auror, or follow in his father's footsteps and be a professor. Finally, he was beginning to contemplate pursuing his true passions, despite the protestations he might incur from people like his Gran, for one.

And though he didn't have anything on his agenda in the way of study, those thoughts were certainly becoming something of a burden, and some time away with a good friend was just what he needed. He also knew that it was easy to get caught up in your tasks, so he hoped Rose could benefit from the time in Hogsmeade as well.

Wrapping his light scarf once around his neck, he tucked his hands into his pockets and waited by The Three Broomsticks for Rose.
let us not talk falsely now
Teddy Lupin had a reasonable amount of confidence -- at times, too much, at other times, not nearly enough -- in himself, but he was also acutely aware of the fact that he was still young and trying to "find himself," figure out the sort of person he wanted to be. He was done trying to live up to some ghostly image of success by following the paths his parents had taken. Not that he wasn't proud of them, but the life they led wasn't for him. He enjoyed magic, of course, but more as a hobby and lifestyle than a career choice.

He was aware, too, that he could seem dull to the younger kids he'd grown up with. Teddy had expected himself to be the responsible one, and kept his rebellious tendencies out of their view as much as possible. Now that he was older, it was easier to do the things he wanted to do more often, versus doing what he felt like he had to do.

And right now, he wanted to get drunk and play pub games and get caught up in whatever antics naturally arose while he was with Albus Potter. Al was underage as far as alcohol went, but Teddy found it fun in a 'breaking-the-rules' sort of way, and found he couldn't care less what the rules were at the moment. Maybe he'd learn something.

"I know a few drinking games, if you want to be less tedious about this."
tuckered out
Teddy had been spending more and more time in the Room, now that he was living with his father and Severus (the man whom he'd begun to think of almost as a second father, or at the very least, a close uncle), but still made visits back to his other home to see people like his Gran, Harry, Vic, James, Albus, Lily, and the rest of them.

This time when he'd gone back, however, he'd needed to stay longer than he'd intended. Fenrir Greyback had escaped from Azkaban and as an Auror-in-training, he was of course on the front line trying to track the beast down. It didn't help that Greyback apparently knew who Teddy's father was, making it all the more personal and deadly. They finally had tracked him down, but it hadn't been a quick or easy fight. Teddy took quite a few bad blows, claw marks to his face, shoulders and chest. Ron followed Greyback down a long hallway, disappearing from Teddy's sight. Though half-conscious, Teddy dragged himself to his feet in an attempt to follow them, worried about letting Ron go it alone. But when he pushed through a door, he suddenly found himself back in the Room, in the house he now shared with his father and Severus. Unable to support his body weight anymore, Teddy sagged against the wall.

"Ron?" Part of him understood where he was, but the other part of his mind was still half-lost in the thick of the fight.
11th-Nov-2009 01:39 pm - Open RP Post, Tag Away!
happy // amused // feeling good
For the first time in months, Teddy had a free day to relax and do whatever he wanted. And doing whatever he wanted had, in the past, usually involved curling up with a good book or picking up his violin to play. If he hadn't seen the Potters or Weasleys in a while, he'd generally fit in a visit to see them, too, though it depended on whether or not the full moon was near; he tended to be slightly misanthropic when that time approached, getting into moods and generally feeling unwell.

Today, however, Teddy felt like going outside, enjoying the crisp, fall air, and enjoying the unpredictability of the day. He didn't have a particular destination in mind yet, so he thought a walk sounded nice for the time being. Threading a worn Gryffindor scarf around his neck (his father's), Teddy kissed his Gran goodbye and stepped out into the sunshine, a large smile on his face as the wind whipped at his crimson hair.

[ooc: So the mun likes throwing up random, open posts now and again for her different muses and seeing what sort of threads may or may not come from it. So if you feel like playing with Teddy, by all means, tag! The mun is bored and wants to write. :D And I'm all for bendytimes and AU and whatnot. Have at it!]
27th-Oct-2009 08:56 pm - [meme]
finding myself // quiet moments
01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
03. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
27th-Oct-2009 12:30 pm - justprompts Nightmare
tuckered out
He's heard whispers about their deaths, what had really happened, but his Gran and Harry hesitate divulging too much until he's older. He is only eight, still too young to hear war stories, to know the exact circumstances surrounding their demise. Perhaps because of that, his mind has taken extreme liberties, infiltrating his dreams with bloody visions. He doesn't have these nightmares all the time, though they are often more prevalent as a full moon approaches. There is always a variation of some sort; his mother will die first, or his father, or they both die at the same time, or they both die before finding each other in the chaos of battle. Sometimes, an even ghastlier nightmare will coalesce from the many fears and regrets and desires swirling around in his mind, and his Gran will die, too, and even Harry and Ron and Hermione.

This nightmare is yet another deviation, adopting a twist all the more heartbreaking for him. He's never seen Hogwarts yet, so his mind makes up visions of the room. He's never seen the faces of the Death Eaters, so his mind has to make up visages for them, and they appear as demonic, fire-breathing creatures, almost too powerful for anyone to fight, let alone his parents. But this time, rather than just observing the battle, Teddy is fighting with them. He's holding a wand, clumsily, searching the crowd of faces, desperately seeking the two he's known all his life through photographs.

His heart's pounding as he weaves through the crowd of people, mindlessly dodging spells which would've surely killed him had this been reality and not merely a twisted dreamscape. But he's caught in that terrible place--not knowing this is a dream, and unable to stop it even if here were aware--and has only one thing on his mind. Finally, he rounds a corner and catches sight of his parents. For a brief moment, an almost debilitating wave of relief flows through him, but as he's about to stand beside them and fight, they're both killed. The Death Eaters disregard Teddy entirely, moving onto other prey, and he's left alone with an echoing silence, tempered only by the heavy pounding of his heart and the sobs gradually building at the base of his throat. He falls to his knees between them, one hand reaching for his father's hand, the other touching his mother's cheek. But there's nothing: no movement, no words, no admonishments or heartbeats or breath. There is only stillness and frozen breaths, and their faces blur as his eyes fill with tears.

"Shhh, Teddy Bear," a voice parts the fog of dreams. It's a distant sound at first, but familiar, and the soft, lilting tones soothe as they simultaneously rouse him. "Just a bad dream."

The voice is so like Gran's, but...not. It's female, though. Not Gran, or Molly, or Ginny, or Hermione. None of them. Then who--

Warm arms engulf him now, clumsily moving his body to rest against her chest. Her free hand smooths the wet, spiky hair from his forehead, still whispering gently in his ear. "It's the full moon. This always happens..."

She says the last part with a twinge of regret, wishing there were something she could do to spare him these dreams.

Finally, his eyes open and he peers up at her face, framed by the moonlight. It can't be. It's a face he's grown up with, but never been this close to, though he's longed for it. Her hair is duller than in the photographs, perhaps because of the worry clearly swimming in her eyes. But it can't be, can it?


"Of course, m'love, who else?"

His entire body is trembling as he shifts closer, sinking more deeply into her embrace, relishing every sensation suddenly overwhelming him: the safe, loving touch she offers; the steady staccato of her heartbeat, offering reassurance just by making noise; the smell of chocolate and tea and...moonlight. It's almost enough--almost--to convince him that this is real. But as he relaxes even more, his hand reaches up furtively, the tips of his fingers landing purposely on her cheek, seeking a confirmation of the warmth that only life--not dreams--can offer. At last, he accepts that perhaps his mind, so caught up in the vividness of the nightmare, was simply playing another cruel trick by attempting to convince him a life without his parents had been his true existence. Teddy drops his hand so that he can wrap both of his arms around his Mum's middle, nuzzling his head against her chest and involuntarily morphing his hair to match her faint shade of pink. Just before he drifts off to slumber once more, the comforting touch surrounding him seems to fade, and he's too lethargic to wonder whether it's his mother slipping off to her own bed, or another realm beyond this one, where her phantom presence can only be felt in that deceptive realm between wake and sleep.

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22nd-Oct-2009 08:22 am - A Day in the Life for beletteblanc
let us not talk falsely now
Having Ron Weasley as his mentor for Auror training had its pros and cons, as with all things. The very obvious plus right now happened to be that his desire to sneak away for a day to see Victoire Weasley was sanctioned. Though, Ron couldn't let him off that easily; as he bid him adieu Friday night, Ron made it a point to get in a proper teasing, feeling it was obligatory, given that Victoire was his niece. But it was all in good fun, and as Ron clapped Teddy's shoulder good-naturedly, Teddy thanked Ron in the quiet, but earnest way he had when he was simultaneously preoccupied with something.

Saturday morning came around, and that meant meeting Victoire at Hogsmeade. The relationship had been blossoming slowly, and likely would've been progressing faster if it weren't for some of Teddy's inferiority complex when it came to certain things, notably being in love. But he was putting a great amount of effort into quelling those thoughts and mitigating his lingering thoughts that he was somehow not good enough for the likes of her, that he would only ruin the relationship somehow. Those were thoughts he buried deep inside, turning over in solitude when he had time to consider all the things that could go wrong, or right.

But, for now, he was in Hogsmeade, and determined to enjoy this day for what it was: time alone with Victoire.
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