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TITLE: Interview with a Werewolf
PERPETRATOR: JolieFille252
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Jolie
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: The "Book of Medieval Verse", chocolate milk.

ORIGIN: A self-insert in disguise?
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She was in sixth year when Lupin was the DADA professor. We "hung out once in Hogsmeade when we ran into each other at The Three Broomsticks." She meets him at the "Coffee Cauldron" for an interview about werewolves.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Fan-girling that does not result in rejection.

NOTES: Blatant fulfillment here people.


SAMPLE:

Anyway. I want to incorporate real life people to this essay. McGongall assigned this project to us a couple of months ago, back in November. So you know what I did? Over winter vacation, I got in touch with my old professor, Remus Lupin, for an interview. I think a deep, fan-girl sigh is in order.

Sigh.

He was a professor here at Hogwarts last year, during my sixth year. He taught Defense Against the Dark Arts and was just...amazing. As a professor. (And as a babe. I'm just saying.) He was brilliant, and fun, and just ridiculously sexy. Oh, you have no idea. Anyway. He resigned at the end of the year because everyone found out he had lycanthropy. Well, all the students found out. The professors already knew, apparently, but kept it quiet at Headmaster Dumbledore's request. I remember being shocked and kind of grossed out when I heard about it. I mean, it's like finding out your favorite celebrity's a convicted murderer. Well, I mean, at the time it felt like that. Up until last year, werewolves to me were pretty much as good as murderers. Or worse. They were violators. They attacked you and dominated you, and poisoned your body with their werewolf venom and tainted you. They were very much like rapists in my mind.

But of course, anyone who knew or knows Lupin knows that he's...well, not. In the aftermath of the events of last year (he had transformed and put a few students in danger, apparently, all while a real murderer, Sirius Black, was running around on the loose on the school grounds) I decided to read up on werewolves and lycanthropy. Well, no, I didn't quite decide to do it the way I decide to go shopping or decide to send prank love letters via owl to Professor Snape. I was just sort of drawn to it. I had to know more about the disease and what it does to a person because I felt this need to understand what Lupin goes through. He was my favorite professor, and by far the best Defense professor I've ever had. (Well, alright. Mad-Eye Moody is pretty good this year, but he's creepy, and not at all attractive.) I even got to know him a little; we hung out once in Hogsmeade when we ran into each other at The Three Broomsticks. So it just seemed important to know what it was to be a werewolf. So I read. A lot.

And here I am, several months later in my seventh year, with a more open mind and a bigger brain. And yet the fascination with lycanthropy (ok, and with Lupin. Seriously though. Sexy with a capital S!) continues. So here I sit, 8:50 pm, with a blank sheet of parchment in front of me.

I pull out my notes. Textbook notes. Article notes. Interview notes. Oh, interview notes! I glance over my hurried scribblings from my meeting with the former Professor Sexy - I mean, Lupin. I sent an owl to him before I left on vacation, asking him a) if he remembered me, b) how he was doing, what's he been up to, and where he is nowadays, and c) assuming he's in the vicinity, if we could possibly meet for an interview, as I'm writing a paper on lycanthropy. It was the most awkward letter I had ever written. So worth it though, and I shall explain why.

I see Lupin's letter peeking through my notes, so I pull it up in front of me. Sigh. I can't help but smile. He wrote back in a week's time:

Dear Jolie,

Of course I remember you! I hope you are doing well - seventh year is a very busy and stressful time for Hogwarts students, but being the diligent student I remember you to be, I am sure you are managing everything just fine.

I am doing well, Jolie, though I must admit I am not doing much. As you'll probably know, lycanthropy makes me a bit of work hazard and therefore prevents me from getting any steady job. I am still around (and by "around" I can only suppose you mean "in the country") and would be happy to see you over the holidays to be interviewed. How about The Coffee Cauldron in Diagon Alley?

Please confirm.

Best,
Remus

And so I got coffee with Mr. Remus Lupin. And it was wonderful. Er - the wonderful being Lupin's company, not the coffee, of course. I actually don't even like coffee, and ended up getting a cup of chocolate milk instead. Lupin gave me a very endearing sort of smile when I ordered it. Like it was cute of me or something. Sigh. Anyway. It was a very interesting meeting, I have to admit. I remember it quite clearly. I had gotten there early out of excitement. I wore the most fitted sweater and jeans I owned and even sprayed on some perfume. I'm not going to lie, I had this secret hope and fantasy of us hooking up. What? He's not my teacher anymore, and I’m a legal adult!