falls apart...-remus-

[schuyler d'anglenme]

Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart
Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart
Gotta pick myself up where do I start
'cause I can't turn to you when it all falls apart

Feeling a bit apathetic and inomiac, Skye headed in the direction of the library sighing as she effortlessly jimmied the lock. It was simple, even without magic. Before she was enrolled, Skye learned how to open safes, jimmie locks, and even shoot a gun, though she can barely aim her wand correctly. If the target wasnt at least within reaching distance, she couldn't hit it and why use magic anyway when you can hit or grab?Her head gently rolled to her wrist, looking at the bulky old watch. 3 : 30. She closed her eyes and rubbed her messy bed head, walking towards the back stacks, thinking about what books she hadn't read yet. She didnt think about relocking the door or even remembering to close it.

she ran her fingers gently and slowly across the bookends, picking up layers of dust along the way. She loved the smell of books, and dust. It gave her the sense that this was all learned before, and gave it texture. That someone else older and wiser gave their knowledge for everyone to hear.

[Remus Lupin]

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?

It was...late. Remus had recently taken to not wearing a watch, so that was all he knew about time. He had a habit of checking his watch very often, and then getting angry that time was going by so slow. Slow at night, but execedingly fast by day. Perhaps because he was always so busy during the day, unlike the night where he just wandered the school like some freak insomniac. Which he was. Fortunately for him, he'd gotten a good four straight hours of sleep the previous night. Which of course translated in not being able to sleep that night. So maybe it was unfortunately that he'd gotten four hours of sleep, depending on how you looked at it. Either way, Remus was dead tired. Both mentally and physically.

That night, he'd decided on sneaking into the library, and skipping the whole 'what to do' hopeless wandering. At that moment, he sat at a desk, surrounded by dozens of books. His face lay in one of them, and he was fast asleep. Poor guy had too much on his plate. Even the books agreed. They didn't even wail at him to get his face out of their pages. He'd taken out at least six books about the same subject, but they weren't telling him what he wanted. The books all spoke of werewolves. But they didn't speak of werewolf pregnancies. This only strengthened Remus' thoughts of being the only werewolf ever to do so.

Two other books lay unopened near the other side of the desk, but they had been left untouched. Remus had been too afraid to open them. Those ones were about pregnancies. He was still slightly afraid of that word too. Now that he was involved in one, it was a swear word of the highest degree in his eyes. But he was getting better. Part of that was because he had Kyndrick in his life. Just another reason for her not too know the level of their problems, like that she was carrying the spawn of a werewolf.

All the while, Remus lay facedown while a werewolf growled and yapped at him, attempting to tear through the book, dreaming in his troublesome state.[/font]