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[furry_lil_prblm]

Remus Lupin, shockingly enough, was not working on anything related to the Island School

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[chris_cutter]

"Werewolves, eh?" Chris said with a warm smile as he wandered up to stand next to Remus by the bookshelf. His hair was still damp from his shower, his clothes newly laundered and fresh from the dryer. He'd spent all morning helping out with wiring and, amazingly, he'd so far managed to elude electrocuting himself. With that in mind, he'd decided not to press his luck and had called it a day relatively early.

The next thing on his list was just to grab some food and maybe a good book.

"Good read?" he continued before giving Remus a good chance to reply as he reached up to tug out a book of his own, not even bothering to check out the title just yet.

[furry_lil_prblm]

"I suppose that depends on your definition of 'good'," Remus said with a short chuckle, giving Chris a friendly smile. "This was required reading at Hogwarts."

[chris_cutter]

Arching an eyebrow, Chris glanced down at the book, head tilted slightly to read it better. His eyes scanned over the words and he gave a quick upside-down smile as he glanced up at Remus again.

"Looks like you had better required readings than we ever did," he said with his own chuckle. "Ours had a lot of Shakespeare."

[furry_lil_prblm]

That comment reminded Remus just how different the worlds were of people on the island. "Like I said, Chris, it depends on your definition of good," he said, not without a certain amount of dry amusement. "I would have welcomed Shakespeare."

[dammitjames]

James' fingers curled around the top of Remus' book. Not that he had to actually do that to catch Remus' attention, but actually opening his mouth before he'd had a chance to think about what he was going to say, felt like a poor idea. Instead, he pressed the book down slightly, without bothering to look at the title. Not yet.

"So," he finally said, his eyes almost unreadable behind his specs. "Whose idea was it to keep the fact that you and Sirius were shagging away from me anyway?" So much for thinking about what he wanted to say. At least it wasn't what he really had in mind.

[furry_lil_prblm]

Remus looked up at James even as his friend's hand closed over the book. He hoped fleetingly to get out of the confrontation without a black eye this time, and met James' eyes steadily.

"Does it matter whose idea it was, Prongs?" he asked evenly. It had been Sirius', but Remus hadn't exactly protested. "We kept something from you and we oughtn't have done."

[dammitjames]

It mattered, though James already knew the answer. His index finger tapped the open page of the book, his eyes still fixed on Remus'. "What did you think you were doing?" he asked. "Was it a joke? Pull the wool over James' eyes?" Because they had, hadn't they? Knowing they had, and that Remus had been the other half of it, was not on.

[furry_lil_prblm]

"No, it wasn't a joke, we weren't having a go at you, or anything like that," Remus replied. "It was simply bad judgement on our part." They'd both known how James hated to have information kept from him, and they'd done it anyway. Funny how they'd continued to make that same mistake with James' son.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

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.

[furry_lil_prblm]

"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.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

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?"

[furry_lil_prblm]

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."

[hbc_dresden]

It wasn't as if I was spying, but given the drivel I'd been reduced to reading lately, I couldn't help but be curious about what had the man so riveted, so on my way to the bookshelf myself, I glanced over his shoulder.

I couldn't help it.

"Werewolf?" I blurted.

Not exactly an unfamiliar concept to me.

[furry_lil_prblm]

"Indeed," Remus replied, looking up at the sound of the man's voice. "Are they real or myth, where you come from?"

[hbc_dresden]

"Oh... real," I admitted, only somewhat surprised by the nonchalance of the question. "Very, very real. Except they're not quite how mythology paints them, and there's different kinds."

[furry_lil_prblm]

"In my experience, that's often been the case with mythology," Remus said somewhat wryly, and offered a hand. "Remus Lupin, and they're real where I come from as well. I know, because I used to be one." And after nearly three decades as one, it felt like he still was.

[sadiablo_witch]

Surreal was bored. There was only so much one could do in uncivilized wilderness, and between a warlord wolf and and warlord prince trying to run her life for her, she was hoping to get something to read so that she could at least sit somewhere pleasant and not think. It was second nature to look over the male reading, and the book in his hands.

"Werewolves? If you have humans who can turn into wolves, are there also wolves who can turn into humans?" she asked, the dark gray wolf at her heels giving a derisive snort.

She looked down at the animal with a withering gaze. "I know your opinion of humans, furface. That doesn't mean some think differently."

[furry_lil_prblm]

Remus considered that for a moment, looking down at the wolf beside her and thinking absently that he himself was a somewhat lighter shade of gray. "Not to my knowledge, no," he replied, with a shake of his head. "Although werewolves technically do both. We are human most of the time, and only transform one night a month, at the full moon."

[sadiablo_witch]

"But the moon is full three nights," Surreal said, frowning slightly. "I would have thought moon-dark would be the most powerful time. A skilled Black Widow could weave a web that made the victim think they were a wolf, but I've never heard of a transformation. Strange."

She absently ran a hand through Graysfang's fur, enjoying the feel of it.

[furry_lil_prblm]

"The night it is at its fullest," he clarified. "It is a complete transformation, mental and physical."