Death Obsesses Me, Yes It Does. I

Remus Lupin Was Supposed To Be On The H.i.v. Metaphor. It Was Someone Who Had Been Infected Young, Who Suffered Stigma, Who Had A Fear Of Infecting Others, Who Was Terrified He Would Pass On His Condition To His Son. And It Was A Way Of Examining Prejudice, Unwarranted Prejudice Towards A Group Of People. And Also, Examining Why People Might Become Embittered When They're Treated That Unfairly.

Next Time There’s A Ball, Ask Me Before Someone Else Does, And Not As A Last Resort!

He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.

He Put His Foot On One Pedal, Scooted A Few Yards And Swung His Other Leg Over The Saddle. He Soared Left Into The Vertiginously Sloping Hillside Road And Sped, Without Touching His Brakes ... The Hedgerows And Sky Blurred; He Imagined Himself In A Velodrome As The Wind Whipped His Hair Clean...

Read As Much As You Possibly Can. Nothing Will Help You As Much As Reading And You'll Go Through A Phase Where You Will Imitate Your Favorite Writers And That's Fine Because That's A Learning Experience Too.