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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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As you said, many here are exceptional in one way or another- and from what I gather, many who are have met with grief because of it.

[He counts himself among the first category but not among the second. This whole idea of humans-as-standard is new to him.]

It is, perhaps, not surprising that the people here are empathetic.

Mm, I suppose. Are you-- exceptional, then?

To a degree, yes. I am one of the Eldar- 'elves,' I believe is the most common translation, and I do possess some small gifts of my own- talents that might be termed 'magic.'

Really!

[Remus leans in, interest clear in his expression.]

Like what? We've only myths of elves in my world-- and things that ape them, but nothing that appears like you.

Well, speaking only of myself- Songs of Power, the ability to make oneself- and others, if one wishes- appear other than as they are. I have also some small skill in foresight.

Mortals are also wont to speak of 'elven magic' when discussing that which comes naturally to our race, but strictly speaking, I would not term it so.

Perhaps we could compare sometime. I can alter my appearance, and frankly do a decent job of it-- but I wouldn't call it a Song of Power. As for foresight-- well. I've never been any good at divination.

Oh, I seem to have misspoken- the ability to alter my appearance and Songs of Power are two different things entirely. Though I would still be glad to compare notes, as it were.

Well, you're welcome to come over whenever you'd like.

I will be sure to do so, then!

- Ah, forgive me. I do not believe I have introduced myself. Finrod Felagund is my name. [A quick but formal little nod of his head.] You may call me simply 'Finrod.'