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Who: Remus Lupin
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When: January 14th, early evening

[Remus sits on the floor in James' room, back against the bed, holding the communicator in one hand. The other is tangled in his hair; he pushes his hand through the tangled curls again and again throughout this little speech. Still, he smiles pleasantly enough. This first part is easy, after all.]

Right, hello. My name is Remus Lupin, I've been here a few months, and I've noticed a bit of a trend among those taken. There's quite a few of us with-- well, abilities, for lack of a better word. Abilities that most human beings don't have. They vary, of course, but-- it's an odd consistency. I've met more people with magic than I usually do in a year. Something to think on, perhaps.

In any case: even if it's a meaningless connection-- something that has no significance beyond sheer entertainment value-- I'd be interested to hear what everyone can do. Whether you call it magic or alchemy or even if it's-- god, I don't know, if you have a talent for juggling, I'd be interested. I want to know more about what kind of company I keep.

[His smile fades, now, and he hesitates visibly.]

For example, I, ah. I'm a wizard. Wand and all. I can do magic, which means anything from transfiguration to charms to knowing what plants to use to brew a good cold remedy. It's hardly infallible, but it's certainly useful. And, ah . . .

I'm a werewolf as well. The sort that only changes once a month. It's lasted here, but I seem to have control over it. I take quite a few precautions, so-- so it won't be a problem. I'm not the only werewolf here, nor the only other supernatural creature, but--

[He shrugs. His face is pale, now, the little scars standing out sharply against his skin-- but he forces himself to keep talking.]

I'm used to keeping it a secret at home. And I'm sure others are as well. So I suppose this is a . . . a way to let everyone know. Even if they don't want to tell anyone else, they know they're not alone.

[His mouth twists in a wry smirk.]

That, and I'm tired of keeping it a secret.

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Why a stag?

Just what I wound up as, I guess.

[ it's the same as his patronus. perhaps a stag is just what his soul looks like. or something. ]

You didn't get a say in the matter?

Well...

[ he considers ]

Being an animagus is different than a typical shapeshifter. You can only turn into one animal, and your body turns into whatever form is most natural. I've got a lot of connections with that particular form, so I figured it would be easiest to focus on it.

[She's trying so hard to be nice to people, but sometimes, it is so hard to bite back all the terrible comments one can make.]

So... Your 'most natural' form is a deer?

... well, when you say it like that, it sounds ridiculous.

[ affronted ]

And it's a stag.

You're the one who said it, I'm just clarifying.

Same thing.

It is not the same thing.

[ JEEZ ]

And there's nothing wrong with a stag.

Care to explain the difference, then?

Deer is just a general term, whereas a stag is a male deer.

[ jsyk ]

Right, so. Saying 'deer' is, in fact, perfectly accurate.

It's too general!

Add some flair to it, Nightingale.

A deer with a coat rack stuck on its head.

[sorry, james, this is too much fun]

[ RUDE ]

Always so judgmental, Nightingale?

No, not always. Only when it's funny.

We may need to improve upon your sense of humor.

Better-equipped people than you have tried.

I never say no to a challenge.

You're welcome to try. But if an angry vampire couldn't do it, I'm not sure how you intend to.

You're underestimating me, then.

I make a point to never underestimate people. I'm just accurate.