though he will not meet her eyes, he still notices the slow yet drastic change in the colour of her hair. the J O Y O U S, bright pink turning mousey in what he suspects to be a reflection of her own dismay ——or so he wants it to be.
R E N E G A D E S. an accurate choice of word, && he gives a disheartened scoff.
she k n e w && she chose to join anyway. the very notion is enough to ignite a glimmer of hope deep inside, for it means that the knowledge of his curse has not proven an O B S T A C L E to their relationship ; that the looks they’ve exchanged, the discussions they’ve engaged in, the fleeting m o m e n t s they’ve shared were all … g e n u i n e?
the slight increase in her voice when she requests he looks at her forces him to C O M P L Y && their gaze meets again ——deep, K I N D eyes looking back at him, && he can almost tell the slight irritation he senses there is strictly targeted at his stubbornness.
’ you’ve obviously not given much thought to it, then, have you, tonks. this … it’s a condition, a C U R S E, a dangerous curse. you cannot simply ” not care ” about it … ‘
again, his voice is low but the traces of shame have disappeared as her words slowly sink in. there I S hope, after all, if she’s willing to look past it, like remus’ friends do, && he throws the tiniest smile her way.
’ … can you … ? ‘
He finally listens to her plea and turns his eyes to meet hers. She recognizes the f e a r; why should she expect him to be without it? The Wizarding World by and large looks down upon so-called ‘half-breeds’. From a young age, children are taught to be wary, frightened, even HATEFUL of w e r e w o l v e s. And, of course, there is reason behind this general state of distrust.
Many werewolves, especially those associated with Fenrir Greyback ( who’s been giving them a difficult time in the Ministry as of late, which isn’t really helping matters ), proclaim violence and brutality to be the only means of achieving their rightful place in society. But not ALLwerewolves believe as such. Not ALLwerewolves are defined by their condition.
Remus is not a werewolf who happens to be a wizard ; he is a w i z a r d who happens to be a werewolf.
Well, perhaps that isn't exactly true. She cares about the fact that he feels pressured to conceal that fact. She cares about the fact that once every month he has to endure the transformation and the fear that comes with it. Namely, she cares about him. She’s readily adopted him as a friend, and now he must soldier through all the consequences that come along with that honor.
❝ I think that when I say 'I don’t care’ I mean that I don’tcare. I’m not trying to play a trick on you, Remus… Although, I am sorry that I ——– that you found out that I already knew, uh, like this.❞
She throws back a grim smile. She’s forever tripping on that blasted umbrella stand in the entryway just as she’s always fumbling with words. Her clumsiness isn’t confined to mere movements, apparently. Heaving a generous sigh, she brings her arms back to a position relatively close to her body, but still resting upon the tabletop.
❝ But now that everything's out in the open, please don’t think you need to… keep anything else a secret. Can we at least agree on that? ❞
