he thought you didn’t know. he liked that he thought you didn’t know. but of course you know. you know all about remus’ lycanthropy, and yet somehow you aren’t disgusted by him, somehow you aren’t in constant fear of him.

you know remus has aggressive tendencies, especially closer to the full moon. he gets snappy, he’ll grab your wrist to stop you touching him before he relaxes, he’s surprised anyone wants to be friends with him still.

you’re close friends with the werewolf. you’ve never mentioned his lycanthropy so he thought you didn’t know. the two of you have gotten closer recently, a lot closer. he’s straddling you as you lie on your back, you’re getting high in your dorm together.

remus is in a very grumpy mood, nobody wanted to work with him in potions today, james was at quidditch, sirius was faking sick and peter got held back in potions so takes it with the year below you all. so his usual partners weren’t there. he’s been ranting to you about how everyone’s excuse was ‘he makes me uncomfortable.’

“why would i make them so uncomfortable?” he sighs.

“it probably has something to do with your reputation.” you say calmly as you pass him the joint.

“i have a reputation?” he frowns slightly.

“they uh- they might feel that your lycanthropy is-“

“spooky?” he cuts you off, “do you think i’m spooky?” he frowns. he hadn’t realised you knew, he hadn’t realised you find him.. spooky. you don’t want to anger him, not wanting to cause him to lash out.