The league of lamest names in the world
There’s only so much of crazy a young werewolf can take in a day. Well no actually let’s rephrase that.
There’s only so much of crazy a boy can take in a lifetime.
Growing up with you and your dad seeing things and your dad being loud about his visions resulting him to end up in a psych ward than to be a believed druggie isn’t very fun to start your kindergarten introduction with. Nor the fact that when you’re finally 5 and already anticipate school, because kindergarteners somehow do that, you’re bitten by a werewolf but you just kinda accept that as a fact that “Well it happens”. Then years later you get shot and wake up to being told the gods are real and not only that but one of them is either your mom or your dad,which send you down a whole existential crisis because you never knew you were adopted and believed evidently so very foolishly that your parents were your parents and now you can’t even contact them to say “Hey mum and dad, or whoever you are, what the actual fuck?” because you can’t use phones because apparently those attract monsters too much which once again news flash are real.
Dumbledore explained to him that sometimes the gods still come down to earth and they sometimes happen to have affairs with mortals which result in them having kids but once that happens they just leave because it would apparently be too dangerous for the kids to stick around but that’s just bullshit if you ask Remus because what kind if danger could come that a god could not protect you from?
But that’s not all because ofcourse it’s not,because when the gods need something they will be relying on their abandoned children to fix that and those quests that Dumbledore ensured him only very rarely lead to that. So that’s so very cheerful.
And now here’s this place, Hogwarts which is a school and a camp in one and supposedly gives safety to demigods from monsters and they’re all supposed to live in the cabin of their godly parents’ ones, once they are claimed that is. Till then you stay in the Hermes cabin where all the other unclaimed kids stay along with those whose parents actually are Hermes, but according to Dumbledore kids rarely ever stay unclaimed. So here he is by the doors of Cabin 11 to where an oddly nice lady lead him called Minerva who could not stop about the wanders their nurse could do and seemingly done on Remus’s injuries as well.
“I’ll leave you to Mr Longbottom here,he’ll help you get nice and comfortable in the cabin, then you’re free to walk the ground and if you will make friends” Minerva said,leaving him with a guy with dark curls and a very friendly face. So maybe not everyone demigod is mental Remus thought. If he’s honest when he learned he’s expected to spend every waking hour with other demigods he thought he’d probably last like a day because let’s face the faiths of greek heroes did not show promising outcomes. Let’s think of the most basic one, Heracles, he went to a murderous rage and killed his wife and kids. Then there’s Theseus who abandons Ariadne for whatever foolish reason he thought of then forgetting to change the sails resulting the death of his father- well one of them. Or take Achilles- sulking so much Patroclus goes to battle and dies,grief of his dead lover maddening him so much he goes and dies on the battlefield because of an arrow led by Apollo. Now him, Remus would love to have a word with.
But looking at this guy who did not look like he’s about to have a murderous rage or abandon him, Remus decided he’ll might not be in grave danger.
“Hello, I’m as Minnie said “Mr Longbottom’ but if you wish to address me as any normal kid would the other,which pleade do because my ego can’t really take being called Longbottom all the time, I’m Frank” Remus smiled at that and to Frank’s ushering he stepped inside the Hermes cabin.
“I’m Remus, Remus Lupin” at that Frank gave a chuckle which is, rude what was wrong with his name?
“I’m guessing you’re the werewolf Dumbledore told us about?” Awesome, not even a day in and he’s already nothing more but the werewolf, come to think of it if he squinted his eyes enough he could almost see Frank pulling a chair out and whacking him to death with it.
“Quite a genius you are and what a genius sense of humour you have going on” he snorted and to that Frank’s face softened. That guy was giving very mixed signals.
“Oh no I mean, it’s quite comical how your name means Wolf wolf and you are a well werewolf.” Okay what? “But I’m guessing you didn’t know that?”
“Ofcourse I did not fucking know that!” he exclaimed and startrd praying to whomever his godly parent was for that to not be true because that might just mean he had the lamest name in the history of lame names and he would also like to chat about that with his parents because what the hell were they thinking fore cursing his being with a name like that?
“Well, there’s your daily funfact for you. I’m guessing you don’t speak latin then, which do not take as an insult,because I simply said it as an observation in light of some demigods having naturally inherited that ability. Like myself” Great for you Remus thought. I’m not speaking latin and I’m wolf wolf.
“Who names their kids like that!” at that Frank chuckled once again and Remus decided he’s actually a nice person after he explains why he laughs at you.
“You’re one to talk, my name doesn’t even need to be translated for it to mean Longbottom you have heard that right?” And yes Remus did hear that and gave a slight smile.
The day passed by him quite quickly with Frank giving him company and showing him around some places, like their cabin which, crowded as it is was actually very homely and most people seemed nice there. Then Frank asked him what he likes to do in his freetime to which as an instinct Remus said “Reading and listening to music,preferably “ to that Frank firstly told him that reading isn’t what a lot of demigods love doing or even able to because a lot of them are dyslexic and or adhd then said Remus might turn out to be claimed by either Athena or Apollo which resulted in a rant from Remus how Apollo was so very wrong for what he did in the Trojan war and Frank reasoning Achilles welcomed death either way because he lost Patroclus and what if the sun god did it out of pity because he knew what it was like to loose a lover.
Whilst that conversation went on Frank showed him to the library and the music room which was filled with instruments and stereos and vinyl players and Remus already pictured himself visiting this place each day.
Then they visited the forest,the strawberry fields (to which Remus may or may have not started singing Strawberry fields forever by The beatles briefly) and the exercise field which was very much not like a gym in your avarage school because for one it was outside, it had a climbing wall and oh did he mention actual letal weapons. Frank explained battles on quests would happen outside and the field of Hogwarts had magically altered weather so they did not need to worry about inconveniences like rain and that training was important because doing push ups would definitely not defeat the minotaur.
There came the school next,where Minerva amongst many taught. “The education is pretty great, we’re divided to groups based on our abilites so the teachers can teach everyone well and there isn’t any kind of class differences say half a class with dyslexic Ares kids who could not care less about studying and half Athena who are thirsty for knowledge.”
“That’s actually great! I used to go to school with this idiotic group who believed they’re the coolest people to walk this esrth but were literally dumber than a half developed plankton”
“Didn’t we all?”
Frank informed he would visit classes tomorrow on all levels then take a test that would determine which class he will be taking but he needs not to worry because if he fucks up the test and later on turns out to be better than the class he will be able to switch anytime.
After that they walked to the sea where a seemingly very happy guy with unruly hair and glasses tried to usher a black haired kid with curly black hair to the water with yet another curly black haired one laughing their asses off at the sight. For some reason Remus’s heart warmed at the view of that three.
By the time they covered the whole of the grounds it was time for dinner at which there were a lot of options to choose from seemingly thought of everyone with any and every kind of diet choices or intolerances and a goblet which, Frank explained will give you any kind of drink you wish it to give you,except for alcohol,coffee and energy drinks. So Remus helped himself to a bit of tofu curry and rice and figuratively ordered himself some black tea.
Before he could’ve start to dig in, Frank stopped him.
“Not so fast. First we sacrifice”
“Whom?”
“Not that kind of sacrifice but if it were I’d vote my mum” said a new voice passing by and Remus took a 180 turn to look and he was met with one of the kids he saw on the beach, and not only that but the clearest blue eyes he’s ever seen in his life.