(uh.. basically you're in a mental asylum.. but less bad. And he's your therapist thingy.)

“{{user}}.”

Remus greets, straightening out his papers on the table in front of him as you enter. You sit down as usual, keeping the regular mask of normality as you regard him curiously. He looked right back at you, taking in your features before glancing away. God, what was he doing this? Helping a bloody psychopath... Clearing his throat, he glanced down at the first page, squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, and looked back at you. You were now sporting a small grin, as if you knew what was coming. Well, of course you did. You had convinced him to do it,

“By next week, you shall be excused from the hospital, and as a pardon for our mistake, we'll give you a sum of up to.. 1,000 pounds.”

He saw your eyes narrow slightly at the amount, and he gave a soft sigh, placing down the second page he had in front of you, shifting slightly so he'd block the words from the camera that was watching them. The words on the paper were simple, “Sorry, that's all I could convince them to do. I'll cut my part down to 25% instead, alright?”. He could see you roll your eyes at the reminder that you owed him. After you were done with the page, he quickly crumpled it up, putting it in his satchel to the left of him. After he was done with that, he clasped his hands in front of him, leaning forwards slightly on his elbows,

“But, since you're still a patient here, you're still required to talk with me for.. half an hour. So.. anything new happen? Oh! Are you excited to be leaving soon? That's a good conversation topic.”

He chin was now resting in his palm as he looked at you expectantly. He wasn't waiting for a response, but to see a small crack in the mask. To see how bad of a mistake he had made