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The leaves had yet to change colour, yet the September breeze was already cool. Danijel left Hogwarts at every opportunity, including Hogsmeade weekends. He wasn't much one for breaking the rules and leaving Hogwarts by means of sneaking out: he was always told to respect authority. He walked slow along the trail, though, most of the most enthusiastic students already far ahead. He walked alone, as he had been unsuccessful on finding any of his mates to join him. He figured he might see one of them on the journey, but if not, it wasn't like he was going to be heartbroken. He knew how to be by himself, unlike most of the inbred imbeciles around Hogwarts. Sometimes Danijel felt like he could actually smell dirty blood, as the entire school smelt like filth: either the students were filth, or the traitors who chose to associate with them. As much as he wanted to discriminate even against the blood traitors, he knew that he would be absolutely alone if he did. There were hardly any men in the school who weren't at least someone blood traitor. He even managed to be able to befriend a half-blood or two. It wasn't like it was their fault that whichever parent chose to commit beastiality with a Muggle. He always secretly held it against them in the back of his mind, however.

Hogsmeade was hardly any better than Hogwarts, but at least he wasn't being forced to be right next to these people. In fact, he hardly even entered the buildings. The grey sky and fourteen degree weather was his favourite, and so he hardly thought to waste it indoors. Danijel usually neither entered the Three Broomsticks nor Hog's Head. Someone once suggested the Hog's Head, but the state of the place had absolutely repulsed him. Even the people - someone had said that they were "his kind" of people. He had been severely offended by the comparison, as they were disgusting. They didn't even have the common sense to put a decent outfit together.

Instead, Danijel walked through the crowds and beyond them all. His eyes didn't even flicker to anyone, instead they stayed focused on getting out of them all. He soon made it away and closer to the Shrieking Shack. He didn't enter it, but he always found the area rather scenic. Everything was so cozy and townlike that the sight of the falling down Shreiking Shack that was beyond repair was almost comforting: that not everything was sunshine and Butterbeer.

He leaned against the somewhat falling apart fence and stared out at it. It looked like it was about to rain. He looked over his shoulder back to Hogsmeade to see groups of people heading back up to the school as if they had assumed the same thing. Danijel always felt tempted to enter the Shrieking Shack. He doubted there could be anything in there that was really that dangerous - besides, he never heard any screams. He couldn't help but think it was all rumours.

Danijel figured in a bit he would probably continue walking down the trails and closer to the mountains. He usually just went for long walks on Hogsmeade weekends. Very long walks. Sometimes he wouldn't even return until long after sundown. It was his only escape from the most wretched place. He couldn't help but daydream about what life could have been like at Durmstrang.

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Black fabric rippled as Remus pulled his cloak hastily over his head. Although there was a crisp breeze, the afternoon air was hardly cold and thus did not quite merit the adjustment. However, as the boy walked, he swept his nervous hands along his sleeves to smooth away the goosebumps. The sooner he saw the turreted crown of Hogwarts School, the more at ease he would be. Remus left behind him the shrinking, decrepit form of the Shrieking Shack. He hated to be associated with such a place; the mere sight of it stilled his breath and filled him with shameful disgust.

He pocketed the newly retrieved wand which he had so absentmindedly - and foolishly - carried with him the night prior. Remus had been relieved to find it unscathed and functional, however, the long, silent, lonely trek back to the castle was a stinging reminder of his irresponsibility. His footfalls landed with great distance, indicative of his height and his hurry. He looked up for a brief moment and felt his eyes drawn to a figure of familiar build. A teenager's build. A student's.

Remus paused and studied him for a moment. Students were not allowed to visit Hogsmeade on any day of their choosing; those visits were reserved for designated weekends. This was not one of those cases... this kid was supposed to be in class. As Remus watched him, he noted that the boy didn't seem like the type to closely observe school guidelines anyway. His eyes were trained on the path ahead, unwavering. Remus thought about interrupting, but was stilled by the nagging urge still present within him to retreat to the safety of the castle and escape the memories of that site. His gaze trailed the student with interest... there was a cold, forbidding look in his eyes that piqued his curiosity.

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Danijel was hardly paying attention to the Shack for a good while. His head was full of different thoughts. He tended to drift out of reality a lot and let day dreams take over. It was hard not to. He ran his hand through his hair and turned to look back at the Shack only to see ... someone walking from it? He wasn't sure if he believed his eyes. Most people didn't dare go closer than the fence. It always seemed like a good midway point. He leaned forward on the fence post and squinted his brown eyes. The boy walking wasn't very impressive, nor was there anyone around for it to be some sort of stupid dare. He seemed rather small, and Danijel couldn't figure out why he'd be there.

As the boy got closer, Danijel became aware that this boy was in the same year of it. He was sure of it - it was that weirdo with the scars. Even from a distance he could tell. Dan had always been very good at remembering people. Maybe not named all the time, but he was sure of it. He couldn't resist it - he jumped the fence casually as if it were nothing and began to sort of saunter towards the boy.

"Oi, were you really at the Shrieking Shack?" he called out as he approached. He didn't have much of an opinion of this guy as he had never talked to him before, really. Danijel was usually skeptical of most people he met by nature, however, so he wasn't exactly coming off as the friendliest bloke in the world. The question almost sounded like a challenge. Danijel put his jacket's pockets. "What were you doing over there?" By the looks of the shabby looks, Danijel was tempted to continue with, 'Is that where you live?' but resisted... for now. He was genuinely curious.

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"Oi!" A voice called to him from the edge of the fence. A chill settled over Remus as the boy confronted him. The boy nimbly cleared the fence, raising Remus's suspicions and an unwelcome, unsettling sense of territoriality. He did not move any closer to the unfamiliar student. Part of Remus wanted to remind the boy that he was trespassing. However, how could he manage that without coming off as a complete hypocrite?

Better a hypocrite and not a resident, he thought, changing his mind. He decided to say something else instead; it was the second thing that popped into his head.

"What are you doing off campus?" Remus asked, sounding more impolite than he would have liked. He still felt somewhat shaky. "Students are not allowed off of the school grounds on weekdays."

Remus held his ground on the hill. He felt somewhat affronted by the boy's unfriendly tone. He generally preferred to avoid confrontation with other students. In this case, though, it seemed inevitable.

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Danijel was aware of the fact that the boy didn't approach him in return; meet him halfway. Most of the time when someone was spoken to, they would be polite and approach. Already the kid (ironic use of words considering they were the same age), was not making a very good impression on Danijel. The first words out of the guy's mouth did not help matters, either.

"Well, lucky for me that it's the weekend and it's a Hogsmeade weekend. A bit touchy, are we?" Danijel sneered. It didn't take long for someone to get under his skin, and already this boy was accomplishing it. It suddenly hit him what the kid's name was: Lupin. Loopy Lupin, as some other kids in the class called him due to his shabby attire and weird scars. Danijel was tempted to cross his arms, but resisted due to the fact that the boy was clearly on a mission to make an enemy. Was he being a rushing judgment? Certainly.

"I just asked a question. You didn't have to get all weird about it," Danijel pushed. His curiousity was still getting the better of him. "Whatever, though. I don't need you to tell me what's there. I can take a look for myself."

Danijel walked past Lupin and began to make his way to the Shack himself. If some scrawny kid could enter without being harmed, he definitely could do it.

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"It's a..." Remus echoed absently, trying to recall the date. Humiliation flooded him as he realized that the other student was right; it wasn't the Thursday he thought it had been. He was losing it! Entering the shack always filled Remus with an anxious paranoia. It was something about the atmosphere, or perhaps what it represented. Particularly to him.

"So it is," he said quietly. "I was mistaken about the date." He did not officially apologize, for the boy's accusation had irritated him slightly. This, he realized, made things worse, as he was successfully proving it to be a true accusation. He had begun to recognize the student, though he could not conjure a name. He had never been particularly good with names, but he did recall that this man belonged to Slytherin house, a house he was never fond of.

That explains the attitude, Remus thought to himself, not without prejudice. It did seem like Slytherin students commonly held suspicious views towards others and behaved almost callously in unwelcome company. The generalization had been proven true in many cases, at least in his opinion. Remus had gotten along successfully with few Slytherins during his time at Hogwarts.

Remus watched as the Slytherin student - he still had no name by which to mentally address him - stepped forward to enter the shack. He took in a sharp breath. As the boy neared him, he put a hand on his shoulder to stay him. "I'm sorry, I can't allow you into the shack. Students are not allowed, barring special permission, to enter."

So then, hypocrite it was.

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Maybe it was all in Danijel's head, but he swore he saw Lupin flush. He couldn't help the satisfactory grin that appeared on his face. He was somewhat of an arrogant person, and even liked winning just small little arguments.

"Clearly," Danijel said in a bemused manner at the boy. "What rock have you been living under?"

Danijel, in his mind, had already decided that he didn't particularly like Lupin. It didn't take much. Danijel was just one of those types of people. It wasn't like he never changed his mind, either, but it took a lot, and Lupin wasn't going down the right track. Not like it seemed like he was trying. Danijel couldn't help but continuously get distracted by the state of Lupin's attire and just overall appearance. Appearances was what Danijel prided himself on. He would never be spotted anywhere except in the latest fashions. It wasn't for girls or anything, but Danijel always thought that one's appearances usually should be professional. It was the first impression. Someone in raggedy clothes did no such thing. Lupin's hair didn't even look like it was brushed.

When Danijel felt a hand on his shoulder, he grabbed Lupin by the wrist quickly as he turned around. He didn't keep the grip, and released him.

"Do not touch me, I never consented to being given fleas," Danijel commented, nastily. His voice was still rather calm, but there was no faking politeness whatsoever. He took a step away from Lupin, "What was your special permission to enter, then? Pretentious Prefect Privileges?"

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The temperature dropped, and the wind howled agitatedly. The cloak slipped down Remus's round shoulders, but he tugged on the fabric before it could reveal any wounds that he had personally inflicted the night prior. The longer he stood here, the later it would be that his cuts were bandaged. He just wanted to return to the castle and lay down.

His hand clung to the cloak as the wind picked up again. Remus had definitely noticed the Slytherin's eyes combing his ruffled attire. He felt slightly self-conscious, as he often did whenever a sneering look from a well-groomed student reminded him of his untidy appearance. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair and confirmed his suspicions; the clumps of light hair sticking out without restriction.

Remus felt his hand knocked away from the student's shoulder. He pulled it back to his side and into a tentative fist. His heart slightly leapt at the fleas joke, and as he reminded himself that there was no way the boy could have known, he silently hoped that his face had not betrayed any worry. No, it had been another prodding comment regarding his appearance. He didn't trust himself to reply. He was, however, glad to see that the student stepped back slightly.

"Clever, he remarked dryly to the "pretentious" remark, feeling a little more confident now that the boy had recognized him as a Prefect. "I had taken up a rather... unpleasant errand. Not that it is any of your concern. The shack has been declared off-limits specifically for the protection of students."

The clarification reminded him of the fact that he wasn't sure if he was able, as a Prefect, to pursue punishment for the boy's entry into the shack. On what grounds would he accuse him? Trespassing? Remus doubted that it even fell within his jurisdiction. However, his doubt was nothing a little bluffing wouldn't solve.

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The wind was cold, but Danijel was comfortable without hugging some cloak to himself. Danijel wasn't a huge cloak fan. He found that scarves and a jacket usually worked better than some drafty cloak. Lupin apparently didn't feel the same way. Danijel watched as Lupin put his hand through his hair, and Dan almost made a face, but managed to resist. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to run one's hand through hair that had clearly not been washed in days. Didn't the Prefects have some sort of special bathroom? Why would someone put it to waste? He supposed it wasn't his life, so what difference did it really make.

Danijel liked how Lupin's face contorted with anger. He was a touchy little bugger. Naturally, Danijel had no idea that Lupin was a werewolf - surprisingly, not that Danijel had any qualms with werewolves. Yes, he thought that half-breeds were below him, but he did see the uses of werewolves. However, it was probably better for Danijel to not know, because everyone knew the reputation of the beasts, and if Danijel found out... well, he wasn't going to, nor would he assume. He would have never thought Dumbledore to be stupid enough to let one in.

Danijel actually laughed at Lupin's comment as he was legitmately amused. "Protection of students? From what, exactly? Creaky floorboards?" he scoffed. "You don't think you're working yourself up a little much? I'm sure if you can handle it, three-quarters of the first years could handle it," he continued, rudely. He gave Lupin another look-over. "Speaking of which, I thought one had to pass puberty before they were granted Prefect status? I guess they were running low on brown-nosers, huh?" he said as if was just making casual conversation. "I think whoever was on the deciding committee didn't exactly know the difference between a brown-noser and someone literally with a brown nose. Then again, perhaps you fit both criteria?"

He turned and began to head towards the Shack again. Who did the kid think he was? He didn't even think that Prefects had any power outside of the corridors of Hogwarts. Regardless, wouldn't he have to prove that Danijel actually did something wrong, anyways? He turned back to Lupin when he was a few paces away.

"Besides, if it were off-limits, how come Dumbledore never mentioned it in any of his speeches? Pretty sure you're full of it and this is actually your home," he continued, still chuckling. "I mean, it really would explain a lot." He really couldn't figure out what was so satisfying in verbally abusing this particular person. No, Dan didn't usually go against Authority, but he hardly considered a glorified hall monitor "authority."

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The stream of insults was torrential. Remus found himself bombarded by a steady wave of verbal missiles as the student grew increasingly vicious.

Typical Slytherin, Remus thought snidely as the boy prattled. The student aimed attacks at his appearance, his nerve (or lack of), and his clear personal regard for the rules. The smirk on his face clearly revealed how childishly proud of himself the student was, and Remus had half a mind to suggest that the boy pay a visit to the shack in a month or so. They'd see how smug he looked then, wouldn't they?

He typically felt that he was well above petty insults, but he felt that some sort of response was in order. "Well," Remus muttered, "Aren't you going to let me defend myself? Or am I simply an audience to your clear infatuation with your own voice?"

He was fairly certain that the Slytherin wouldn't allow himself to be deterred by the likes of Remus. His words hadn't seemed to have had any effect so far other than to anger him. He supposed that he had been rather jumpy and rude, but he hardly regretted it after having experienced the boy's own callous attitude. Remus wasn't sure how the innumerable, wicked, fresh claw marks on the walls and floor would be explained. He stared at his fingernails, blood still caked underneath some. He was sure that similar stains adorned the woodgrains, not quite dried into the dark browns and blacks of an older stain.

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Considering how impolite Danijel was being, he had to give it to Lupin that he was taking it fairly well. Perhaps he was used to it? Whatever it was, Danijel was sort of... impressed that Lupin wasn't taking the bait much.

"You must not be a Mudblood," Danijel said in a matter-of-fact tone. He always felt like Mudbloods were the ones who were always much too oversensitive and always ended up lashing out very easily. The fact that he wasn't was a sign that he must have had more in him than simple Muggles. Then again, perhaps he knew it was all true. Maybe he was a Mudblood. Maybe it was more than just his clothes that were dirty. Sometimes people had a way of surprising Danijel.

"Really, the choice is up to you," he responded with clear disinterest in the attempt at an insult. Was it wrong to like one's own voice? His voice was certainly better than the average person's, in his opinion. Then again, though, his liking of someone usually determined whether not he liked their voice. If he liked them, then their voice didn't bother him. If he didn't like them - well, he could find anything to not like. Perhaps he didn't like their particular accent or the way someone made everything sound like a question.

Danijel hadn't realized it, but he stood there looking at the boy, and had been momentarily distracted by him. He figured Lupin was going to have some sort of retort, why else would he make a statement like that? He wasn't going to give him much of a chance, though. He glanced over his shoulder at the Shrieking Shack. "You know, the more you tell me to not go there, the more I'll want to. And to think, all I did was come out here to look at the scenery. You're very motivational, you know."

The taunting in his voice was evident, but then again, he was trying to hide it. The funniest part to him was that he wasn't even lying - he hadn't really had the intention to go up to the Shack. He most likely would have just wandered on some path aimlessly until his feet got sore and he resigned to go back up to the school.

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Even though Remus himself was a half-blood, the Mudblood remark stung him. He knew many decent muggle-born wizard folk; indeed, he was friendly with many. The impolite generalization rubbed Remus the wrong way... and just as he had begun to calm himself down. He exhaled, refusing to start another fight. It was almost as if that was what the boy had been aiming for... almost.

The next dialogue from the boy Remus found particularly irksome. He was reminded of a child reaching out a finger towards his cheek and taunting, "I'm not touching you!!" Was the Slytherin trying to deliberately provoke him? It didn't seem far-fetched.

"Well then, what if I were to encourage you to pay it a visit?" He asked tautly. He did not mean it as a challenge, though there was no way of telling how this irritable boy would take it. This his friends had dubbed his 'Prefect voice.' No matter how often Remus had tried to shake it, the voice always decided to come out whenever he was confronting anyone who disagreed with him.

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Danijel wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not, but he felt as if Remus' face twitched at the mention of the word 'Mudblood.' Danijel could have scoffed. This boy was either a Mudblood or some sort of sympathizer. Danijel allowed him to socialize with sympathizers, because there were so many of them nowadays. He had a more difficult time, though, when they started dating a Mudblood or Muggle or something. That was just a little too much for him to handle. The rather noticeable exhalation was another sign of self-control, Danijel noticed. He didn't comment on it, but he was amused nonetheless.

"Doesn't matter at this point, I highly doubt you would change your mind after being so insistent on me not going," Danijel commented, lightly. "Besides, it would take a child to realize that you're trying to do some sort of reverse psychology. Really, I'm disappointed. I thought you would be above Muggle tactics," he continued. Not that he would say it, but Danijel's father had taught him a lot about different techniques that people might use to either manipulate you into doing what they wanted, or to make you believe like something was your idea. Reverse psychology was a rather primitive one.

Danijel continued back up the hill. "You know, you can join me if you'd like. You know, defend me from whatever ghostly ghouls that might be there," he invited. He didn't know why he was extending an invitation: perhaps because Lupin was getting under his skin a bit and that perhaps there was a reason why Lupin was being so defensive. If this was the location where Lupin's family really did live or hid some sort of embarrassing collection or something, Danijel wouldn't want Lupin to be too far away to be mocked. As well, he didn't want Lupin running off and telling a Professor that whatever was inside was really Danijel's. He didn't realize he was probably overthinking it.

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The hem of his black cloak billowed around him in the wind; it had increased steadily in ferocity since his departure from the Shack. Remus suspected an oncoming September gale. He supposed that the two of them looked rather suspicious on the hill in front of the Shrieking Shack. He didn't dare leave, however, as he suspected that it would be taken as a sign of weakness or of defeat. At this point, he did not want to concede any small victories to his pompous offender.

Remus' eyes narrowed at another pointed comment. This student was irritating him with his condescending attitude. Remus reminded himself that he hadn't issued the most gracious of welcomes either, but it did seem like he had softened up a bit while his contender had only become more hostile. "Reverse psychology? No, it would only be an insult to imply you would succumb to tactics so juvenile; I thought you understood properly my motives." He raised his arms in a wide shrug. "You see, I was only wondering. You did say yourself, after all, that my discouraging you only made trespassing on private property all the more appealing. That being said, I will clarify: If I would have expressed no interest in your whereabouts, would you still have felt the need to break into the Shack? Or do you simply delight in contesting others with little justification omitting personal pleasure?"

The wind howled around them. This was not how Remus had wanted to spend his afternoon. He nodded his head in the Slytherin's general direction. "If we're going to sling petty insults at one another, I believe we should at least be properly introduced. Remus Lupin." He did not hold out a hand, as was customary. It didn't seem like the other boy would mind in the least.

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Danijel's brown eyes peered up at the sky. It had become much darker, and it was no doubt about to rain. Just as he thought this, a raindrop landed on his cheek. He sighed, but doubted that Lupin was able to hear it. It was either keep up this tug-of-war of insults and get caught in the oncoming storm, or go back to the castle. He fiddled with his scarf for a moment. It was a rather expensive scarf, and it wasn't like they had special cleaning at the castle. Regardless, Lupin was beginning to pick up on his own attempt at a verbal assault, and Danijel felt it amusing. He supposed he could probably spare a few more minutes.

Danijel was surprised that Lupin didn't think Danijel wouldn't fall for reverse psychology. Danijel did just look at Lupin for several seconds.There was a lot of big words there, and although Danijel wasn't stupid by any means, it had been a bit unexpected, so it had caught him a bit off-guard. "You didn't seem to have a problem trespassing," he responded, somewhat lamely. "Would it be really breaking in, as you didn't seem to have a hard time going in or out. The door must not be locked, or there must be some easy way in." He ignored the accusations that he only wanted to go in because Lupin didn't want him to... mainly because the accusations were true.

"Danijel Gostislav," he replied, flatly, although he would be surprised if a bookworm like him didn't know the Gostislav last name. Most people who read beyond the school requirements knew of the name: it was hard not to know of the Russian wizarding (essentially) mob.

Just as he said his name, however, he heard it being said. Was Remus repeating him? Recognized the name? The wind made it difficult to tell, but he quickly realized it was coming from behind him. His friend was approaching, luckily with an umbrella in hand as well. "What are you doing out here?" his friend inquired, eyeing the Shrieking Shack and their proximity to it. "Come on, let's head back to the castle, it's about to pour," he said, adding a nod to show the rain falling in the distance. Within seconds of his friend pointing it out, it began to pour heavily on top of the three of them. Danijel took refuge under the umbrella.

"It was ... pleasant getting acquainted," he said, somewhat sarcastically before taking off down the path with his friend, leaving Remus in the rain.

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WORDS, 425, TAG, rem, NOTES, none.
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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