Her neck had been craned to the side to read the title, staring dubiously as she lifted herself back to a full height. "Fantastic Beasts?" she asked of the man (the rather Colin-Firth looking man. She did notice these things and all). "Is that like men who can't bear to wax?" she asked smoothly, with a mild air of superiority to her tone.
"Not exactly," Remus replied, a bit amused. "It's meant to describe literal beasts, in this case." He turned the book towards her so she could see the contents of the page.
Sally's spine stiffened slightly as she regarded the page with a mild curiosity and then the man in question. "Are you one of those insane men who thinks he can hunt down werewolves in the middle of the full moon nights?"
Remus wasn't quite sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that she automatically thought him the one that hunted the wolf, rather than the other way around.
"No," he replied simply. "I'm the werewolf. Or was, I suppose is more accurate."
"You? You're a werewolf? An attractive man like you?" Sally asked dubiously, tilting her head to one side as she stared at him. "Well, you must have made one very handsome wolf, we'll say that."
Remus ducked his head slightly, chuckling. "I'm not sure about that," he replied, slightly embarrassed. "I'm afraid I didn't get much chance to look at myself in a mirror."
"Well, I'm not saying you were handsome as a werewolf," Sally scoffed scathingly, hands on her hips as she gave him a dubious look. "Honestly, no one can pull that off. Not even hairy men."
Remus could have sworn that was what 'you must have made one very handsome wolf' had meant. "Right, naturally," he replied evenly, expression one of vague confusion. "Either way, here I'm just Remus Lupin," he continued, offering a hand.
"Sally Harper," she introduced herself properly in turn, reaching over to shake his hand -- and ignoring the little bell clinging and clanging in her head, like some mad sort of alarm going off that she didn't know why. He didn't look gay, so honestly, why was her mind making that noise?
"Oh, no, I just have a particular interest in attractive men," she happily announced, with a smile that said that yes, Remus was precisely that. "Well, and that you're reading such strange things, that caught my eye."
Remus might have blushed just a bit at that. "The bookshelf doesn't often give me books of this kind, not anymore, but every once in a while it likes to remind me of what I once was."
He slid another book from the shelf. "It also seems to enjoy giving me rather humorous suggestions for what I might read to my son."
"Oh. You have a son." Which generally meant he was either married or already involved, which meant that Sally could look at all that handsomeness all she wanted and nothing was ever going to come out of it. "Well, that's good for you. How old?"
Well, that ruled him off the list of people to look out for. Fathers always had that silly obsession with needing to care for their children first. Plus, the married part. "Well, I'm sure he's adorable. Takes after you in looks?" As if somehow, eighteen years would go by in a flash and she could consider him, as well.
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"No," he replied simply. "I'm the werewolf. Or was, I suppose is more accurate."
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He slid another book from the shelf. "It also seems to enjoy giving me rather humorous suggestions for what I might read to my son."
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