Post by ted on Jul 24, 2013 13:40:57 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] ted remus lupin. twenty-four. worker in the office of lost souls. twelve inches, spruce with murtlap tail core, brittle. patrick stump. | |
[rs=2] | “Um. So, apparently, this is one of those things that I have to do, whether or not I actually want to (which I don't, by the way). I'm guessing that a good place to start would be my name, so... Teddy. Ted Remus Lupin, if you're interested in the full version. At twenty-four, I'm probably expected to be taller than I am - but being twenty centimetres shorter does have it's advantages, believe it or not. For one, it makes it far easier to hide. And... apart from my general lack of height, I guess the thing that most people would notice'd have to be the fact that I go nearly everywhere in my trilby and glasses. I wear them practically everywhere, and they've sort of become a little bit of a ...disguise for me, I suppose. And someone told me that I look better with my hat on, although if anyone ever actually called me attractive - well, I sure wouldn't believe them. I mean, come on. Look at me. Apart from that, I suppose that's it for my appearance; there isn't really anything else to add. I'm just going to go out on a limb here and presume that you've already noticed that I'm a bit of a pessimist. I'm sorry for that, but there's not really that much I can do about it: I've just always been one of those people who's a little on the negative side - well, okay, perhaps a bit more that a little. It's not really that big of a deal, though. After all, there isn't exactly a lot going on in my life right now to be positive about. I'm also pretty shy. I mean, I'm okay with people that I know, but with anyone that I don't usually talk to... no, it's better for me to stay away from them. Of course, that does mean that I never actually make friends since I avoid everyone that I am not overly familiar with, but it's not something I particularly worry about. After all, I haven't had anyone to talk to in the first twenty-four years of my existence: I haven't even had my parents, so why should that change now? I'm also really closed off and hate to tell anyone anything about myself, for fear that they'll use it against me at a later date. I feel like I should mention the fact that I'm extremely paranoid about practically everything, but then... anyone who knows my history can tell you that there are actual reasons to explain why I'm a little messed up in the head. I'm just gonna throw this out there before I come across as a complete dick-- I'm actually fairly nice, at least to those who aren't immediately put off by my negativity. What I mean by that, I guess, is that I'm pretty loyal to those I trust - it's not so much that I'd stick up for them (I'm... sort of a coward, okay?), rather than I'm there for them if they need me. I know what it's like to need someone to lean on; I also know what it's like to not have anyone there. And my aforementioned shyness does, I guess, mean that I'm good at listening to people, so... I guess that's kind of cool. Or it would be, if I actually had anyone to listen to. But then, I suppose that's my fault - practically everything else seems to be. Now, here comes the part you might have been waiting for - my past. I was born to Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks - yes, those lovely people who just so happened to go off and get themselves killed in a war, leaving their little baby boy behind. Don't get me wrong - I love my parents, and I'm sure that they were absolutely brilliant and whatever. Still, it sometimes just hits me that I never was lucky enough to meet them. Sometimes, I wonder if they'd be proud of me if they'd been around; I'd like to believe that they would be, but then I look at myself in the mirror and stare at my obvious lack of buddies and realise that no, they probably aren't. Despite that, it's still nice to think that they aren't completely disappointed in me when they look down from wherever they are. Anyway, carrying on with my story... I didn't pick up on my father's werewolf genes, which probably relieved my grandmother- after all, no-one really wants a little wolf running around everywhere and causing all sorts of havoc. I did, however, pick up on my mum's metamorphagus thing. I tend not to use it, just because it'd draw attention to me that I most definitely do not want - but it can sometimes be a little awesome if I'm bored and on my own. Sometimes, I create colour combinations for my eyes and hair that I never even knew existed. So, anyway, there's little orphan me. I'm sent off to live with my grandmother, Andromeda - and honestly, I love her so much. She always tried her best with me, but she knew as well as I did that she was never going to be a replacement for my parents. To do her some credit, she never tried to be. Granny, right from when I could first remember, always told me she was there for me and I never truly appreciated it. She was my only friend (yes, my grandmother was my friend, okay?) and I never realised how much she supported me until suddenly I was alone, packed off to Hogwarts without any idea how to socialise and absolutely no idea at all what I was doing. And... well, I never really tried. By that, I don't mean that I was lazy in my classes: in fact, I was a pretty good student. It was more the friendship thing that I couldn't do. After all, I'd grown up an only child, and had always had everything I needed - yet suddenly, I was in the deep end. Occasionally I contemplated going over and just seeing how it would go, but I'd always chicken out beforehand and walk away without a single word. Even to this day, I don't really understand why I was sorted into Gryffindor, because I'm sure as hell not brave. To me, it was almost as if I was thrown in that house for the actions of my parents, rather than what I could potentially accomplish myself. I was often forgotten during my education - I was that kid that had always been there, but never said anything. I got rejected from the rejects; that was how pathetic I was. I'm sorry, Mum and Dad. I would say something like 'at least I tried', but I didn't, did I? Not really. After that, I started work at the ministry as soon as I could. The main reason I decided to work in the Office of Lost Souls, rather that somewhere that sounded a tad less... eccentric? Well, there were two: 1) I liked the name and 2) I presumed that anyone else who worked there would leave me alone, because no actual sane person could possibly work in a place like that, surely? It was actually pure luck that I actually enjoyed working in the department - I had been right in presuming that I would be allowed to do my own thing. So, there you go, Remus and Tonks: maybe I actually did something that might have made you proud of me. And Granny Andromeda - I finally, sort of, found somewhere where I don't feel extremely uncomfortable. Maybe you could be proud of me, too.” |
nell. thirteen or thereabouts. nine months. |
