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gaaaaahhhh... so I just spent an hour or so socialising with elderly relatives who aren't even mine! They were all right. Just. Y'know. People. But there is lots (and lots) of food left over. nostalgia_lj? there is cake... *attempts to sway her into coming to my place so I don't have to bloody move...*

also, one of the boys used my computer and somehow the popups are attempting to return. I had them under control, I thought, and the ad-killer seems fairly competent, but it's annoying, having spent hours trying to delete all that crap, to have somebody sign on and bring it all back.

But it's giving me a nasty little glee to delete all the games and such they have saved onto 'nando, because he's mine, you fuckers, mine.

um. yes.

drabble

Title: Stars
Rating: PG?
Notes: Remus, his influences and his decisions.



When Remus was three, he met a "big doggy". Later, as he lay recovering in his bed, his father sorrowingly told him about discrimination and how he was forced to wear a yellow star as a mark of his difference.

Remus decided to avoid dogs and stars, especially in combination, from then on - they were instruments of suffering and harbingers of doom, which brought him only heartache and pain.

When Remus was eleven, he met a boy. Later, as they lay wakeful in their beds, the boy excitedly told him about his namesake, the dog-star.

Remus changed his mind.