It seemed like ages ago that Remus had
agreed to go swimming with James. Their appointment had been delayed by multiple factors, including the evil clown hunt and James's trip to London, but here they were at last.
Or at least, Remus was here, waiting by the lake in his old swimming trunks and his favorite over-large T-shirt. He was staring out at the water thoughtfully, wondering how this was all going to go. He was particularly worried that James might be shocked by his appearance. He was considerably more scarred than the last time James had seen him - multiple bite marks on his arms and a palimpsest of parallel claw marks on his chest and ribs, all the result of his insatiable urge to cause physical harm during his transformations. Sirius might think his scars were "badass," but to Remus they were an ugly and painful reminder that he was a monster.
Well, James would have to come to terms with it, he thought. But until he could give some warning, he was leaving his shirt on for the time being. And hopefully James would show up soon.