WALBURGA And SIRIUS

Forget regular presents. I’m waiting for the day someone gives me their favorite book annotated with all their thoughts and ideas.

Me: :(

*Ben Barnes talking on instagram live about being the fancast of Sirius Black*

Me: :')

Remus Lupin Reading Headcanons

We’ve got the obligatory classics: Wuthering Heights, The Picture of Dorian Gray, at least one Shakespeare (Twelfth Night is there, I get a vibe, no I will not elaborate) and a fair bit of Austen (though he prefers the Brontë sisters).

These are the books that he’s been gifted, and there are some really nice copies from friends that would have cost a lot.

He has books on Egyptian history: Library of Alexandria, the many Pharaohs, massive books on specific Gods, gruesome books about the embalming technique (you can bet for at least a year Remus would threaten to embalm people like the Egyptians and they were half scared he would)

There are so many old poetry books he picked up for 50p in charity shops and second hand bookstores (but not the fancy ones, because who can afford that?), with all his annotations in. 

These annotations range from detailed analysis of the use of iambic pentameter to little notes just saying ‘savage’. 

And of course he uses random notations nobody else can understand, because it’s faster to write. 

He’s also got loads of travel books

Half the ones aren’t even for places he wants to go, but he saw the book and had to get it, because that’s what he does

He’ll flick through it, make note of the most interesting places, and then keep it on his bookshelf forever (f o r e v e r)

He never throws books away

He’ll lend them out to his friends, lose them and then forget they exist, put them in his bag and then just leave them at the bottom next to old papers, make nonsensical piles of books all over the dormitory which he’ll never touch, and so many other things

But he will never, ever, ever get rid of any of his books. 

He also never buys books new

They’re too expensive (especially in hardback) and he likes the character of a book with pages falling out and marks from previous owners (although usually it’s just food stains rather than witty notes)

He’s also got a weird system about books that nobody except him understands (people genuinely think that he’s making up half his rules when they borrow his books)

Like, he folds the pages and writes in the books in pencil, but if anyone dares bring a pen or highlighter near his books there’s a chance they’ll be murdered brutally

And you can read books in the bath/shower (since water dries) but you can’t eat messy food with books (because tomato sauce stains don’t wash out)

If the cover starts peeling off naturally (it happens, especially when you throw books at people, which he does) then it’s fine, but if someone defaces the cover (or just rips it) then, again, prepare for death

And then between the poetry and travel books we have trashy novels

And these are the kind of things that he’ll read when he’s too tired to think properly

He doesn’t read them for the intellectual stimulation, just for enjoyment, but as soon as anyone starts slagging people off for exclusively reading these kinds of books, he’ll fight them

He’s against book shaming (as we all should be) and will slap a bitch to defend someone’s reading honour (is that a thing? we’re going with it)

Anyway, after the one-time-read novels, we have the notebooks

He keeps notebooks on his bookshelf, because that way he can at least find them

(Except his journal and poetry notebooks, which he hides)

He’s got notebooks for language learning, since I firmly believe he’s a linguistic superstar, and they have his notes and practice sentences

And then there are just filled up notebooks, where he’s written to-do lists and played games of hangman

Of course, he doesn’t throw these away either, and he has quite a collection building up

In fact, he has so many books in general that they’re everywhere

We’re talking a completely filled bookshelf, a pile of books next to his bed, a pile for his To Be Read Soon books, a pile for his I Swear I’ll Read Them Eventually books, a pile for his I Need To Read Them Again books, a pile for the books he wants to lend to people but keeps forgetting, a pile for the books that he wants to find a specific quote or paragraph in, a pile for his books that he has yet to sort, and a pile for the books that he just throws down as soon as he walks in the room

He has a reputable library building

And this kind of irritates other people, because they can’t walk around without tripping over a pile of books, but they don’t mind too much because he’s just so passionate about them that they feel bad complaining

And anyway, when they eventually mention that they’re in a bit of a reading slump, he’ll immediately run off and come back with five or six books that they’d like

When they thank him he’ll just mumble and walk off, but he actually loves choosing books for people

And when they come back to him and say that they thought the book was amazing, he basically dies

He considers being a librarian for a bit, but then he realises he’d also have to deal with the defaced books, so decides against it

He’s still known as the informal librarian, anyway, and people always respect his book rules, so he doesn’t have to kill anyone for ruining the front covers or highlighting sections

Sometimes people will give him more books as thank you gifts for recommending them all books, and it’s genuinely the biggest compliment he could be given.

Sirius tried to carve info on the walls of his cell in Azkaban, after he starts to realize that one day he’ll forget Remus.

And although the dementors make him relieve his worst memories forever, nothing terrifies him more than the thought of forgetting Remus. He thinks about the way his lips had felt against his and he resists the urge to touch them, scared of losing the memory. He knows that he would feel the same pain he felt, when James died. So, that’s why he starts writting about Remus’ appearance. The colour of his eyes and hair, the way he tilts his head back when he smiles, the sound of his sweet laughter, habits, likes, dislikes... everything.

Yes, Andrew Garfield as young Remus Lupin is my religion.

i face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. — r.a.b.

Sirius: Can’t believe you dared me to kiss Moony, James.

James: But i didn’t da-

Sirius: Guess i have no choice.

James: Sirius i didn’t-

Peter: *holds back laughter*

Sirius: Can’t believe you guys, always the same with you....... come here Moony.

Remus: Okay. *leans in*

Whenever Remus is having a panic attack, the right thing to do is get Padfoot. No, not Sirius, Padfoot. The only way to get Remus to calm down is to let him hold that dog in his lap and pull gently at his fur and hug him and cry into his neck. Padfoot cuddles are the only cure to Moony panic attacks.

remus lupin fucking loved dead poets society. he was obsessed. he loved watching it. he even bought the book and devoured it in an hour and a half. he loved it.

he cried over it, alone, for almost two weeks. something would remind him of it or he would think of neil and todd and he would have to excuse himself, tears welling.

sirius was the one who figured out something was wrong. he demanded to know who exactly was hurting remus so badly that he was arriving to breakfast with tear stained cheeks. he was so noble as he half yelled his demand at remus, who looked so broken over something unbeknownst to sirius.

so remus told him. he said it was silly and ridiculous but he was hung up on this film. and this book. and these fictional characters. he didn’t say that he saw neil and todd in the same way he saw him and sirius. he didn’t say he was letting his mind wander to places where he lost sirius like todd lost neil. he didn’t say any of that. he said he was silly for being hung up and he’d be over it by next week.

but sirius demanded to watch it with him. he suggested they watch it when everyone else went to hogsmeade. he claimed it would be more fun to see a film that was that important to remus in this way.

so they sat together and watched it. and sirius laughed at parts and made comments about how similar their little group was to the poets. and he smiled along with neil and todd as they laughed in their dorm.

by the time the movie ended, they were both crying. remus was embarrassed by his blubbering but his thoughts were cut short by sirius landing his hand on his thigh. “you can never leave me like that.”

and they both stared at each other. they were both thinking the same thing, eyes locked. they understood one another. they understood todd and neils relationship because it was just like their relationship. a relationship full of love.

they shared their first kiss that day. and then they sat on the couch in the common room, wrapped up in each other, reading the copy of the book which remus had bought. and they held each other, as if one of them would slip away. they could never let each other go.

        She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.

                                                                 - Remus Lupin