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Professor Remus Lupin (xxloupdelunexx) wrote,
@ 2003-09-05 13:12:00
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    Current mood: confused

    Remus Lupin was bascially wanderiung the halls, as he decided to skip out of Dinner at the Great Hall once again that week. He knew that his body needed the nutrients that the food supplied him with, but he was just not hungry. If he got real hungry, he could always make a round trip down to the Kitchens, where he knew that the Elves would surely fill his stomahc to the brink. He chuckled inwardly, as he had an image of himself waddling around, stuffed like the Muggle Holdiday, where they stuff a turkey.

    He sighed slightly, as his thoughts were bascially fluncuating from one thing to another as he continued down the corridor. He hadn't seen Damon/Voldie for quite some time now, yet he knew where he was as he still had the stone that he had given him, which told him where he was at. After taking a quick look at it, he saw that he was still near Azkaban, either still healing up or trying to make sure everything was in order there.

    He slipped the stone back into his cloak pocket, as he began to study the stained glass windows that were in place of where the regualr windows would have been. Being that the sun was already setting, it was making the images stand out more brigther and more beautiful, then what they looked like with the sun aiming right at them. He trailed his finger idly across two of the windows, both depicting Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, with both of them having their House mascot, next to the windows.

    He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, that he seemingly failed to notice that there was someone standing in the area where he was walking. Running into them, he gave off startled sound, as he turned to see who his victim was. "Oi. I'm sorry, there," he said, apologizing to the person he ran into, as he looked up to see..



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