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trans_92011-01-18 04:42 pm
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Not Hogwarts, though apologies for disappointing. [Open]
Sensoriums.
He had been in them once or twice now, always when another person was using them. He recognized the great risk in this, but had taken every precaution he could think to take. Most particularly, he simply did not know what a sudden exposure to a full moon -- as opposed to the gradual approach that characterized proper revolution of the lunar orbit -- would do to him.
Nonetheless, he believed, after all these years, that he could sense the oncoming change. That he would have a few moments to react, to hurl himself out the door if he began to feel that peculiar sensation of strength and weakness at once, that characterized its onset. And so far, he had been lucky. He had not needed to put his theory to the test.
Now, however, Remus Lupin stood outside the sensorium door, afraid to step in. For he knew no one had occupied this one. When he entered, it would be his to mold and shape. And, should it reveal what he feared, what he subconsciously expected, rather than what he chose...
He had not always feared his curse so. Indeed, fear was something he head learned as he grew older, and wiser. And there it was. Fear. Some Gryffindor.
Taking a breath, he stepped inside.
There was no moon, nor any cause for fear, as he stepped out of the brick wall onto Platform 9 3/4. The brilliant scarlet train sat just ahead of him, its engine huffing, but the platform was empty as he had never seen it before. So it truly was as one wished it, and not simply like a Pensieve...
"Amazing," he said, relaxing -- though he still held his wand, proof against who knows what foe.
He had been in them once or twice now, always when another person was using them. He recognized the great risk in this, but had taken every precaution he could think to take. Most particularly, he simply did not know what a sudden exposure to a full moon -- as opposed to the gradual approach that characterized proper revolution of the lunar orbit -- would do to him.
Nonetheless, he believed, after all these years, that he could sense the oncoming change. That he would have a few moments to react, to hurl himself out the door if he began to feel that peculiar sensation of strength and weakness at once, that characterized its onset. And so far, he had been lucky. He had not needed to put his theory to the test.
Now, however, Remus Lupin stood outside the sensorium door, afraid to step in. For he knew no one had occupied this one. When he entered, it would be his to mold and shape. And, should it reveal what he feared, what he subconsciously expected, rather than what he chose...
He had not always feared his curse so. Indeed, fear was something he head learned as he grew older, and wiser. And there it was. Fear. Some Gryffindor.
Taking a breath, he stepped inside.
There was no moon, nor any cause for fear, as he stepped out of the brick wall onto Platform 9 3/4. The brilliant scarlet train sat just ahead of him, its engine huffing, but the platform was empty as he had never seen it before. So it truly was as one wished it, and not simply like a Pensieve...
"Amazing," he said, relaxing -- though he still held his wand, proof against who knows what foe.
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"What's this train for?" she asked as she looked towards the man from where he was standing.
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"What was it like?"
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"Chaotic, I would call it," he said, his eyes and thoughts far off indeed. "A castle full of possibility, where it seemed anything could be real. It was a school, mind you, a very real one, but few other schools would allow a poltergeist like Peeves to dwell there, or a- " And here had nearly said too much, about his own history. With a cough into his fist, he shook his head and feigned sheepishness. "I could go on all day. But it would only be memories."