Part 4 When I was fourteen it finally sunk into my head what a werewolf was.
A were wolf was the boy who slept in the bed across from mine, who loved sweets, books, gobstones and hated sprouts and looking messy. A were wolf was just another person. A Person who was always fighting the thing inside of him even during his sleeping hours, who woke up sore and aching and wasn’t supposed to eat onions, chocolate or grapes because despite the fact that he was human some of the beast remained in his body.
Remus was a werewolf.
And I admit when he finally admitted to it I was a bit wigged. Of all the things I had thought his sickness and constant need to visit home during the school year meant that was the last one to ever cross my mind.
Most of the afternoon he avoided James Peter and I.
In the late afternoon Remus sat far from the fire at one of the tables with a book, James saw his chance and came over dragging the sketches of the castle and prototype map behind him. At Dinner Peter asked Remus if he wanted the last of the devil's food cake.
Later that night when Remus was sitting on his bed I got my brush and sat cross-legged on the floor with my back against the frame and box spring. I tipped my head back to look up at Remus and handed him the brush. I sat still for over an hour as Remus pulled the brush through my hair.
Once he was done and I was just a moment from sleep I stood up and climbed onto the bed with Remus. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tightly. He was still Remus no matter what and he just had to know that I knew that too.
"You've got me, Rem." I pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was something I had seen other people do when they comforted a person that was important to them but never had done my self. "You always have and you always will."
"You know, I think you might just be my best friend." Remus muttered with his face pressed into my shoulder.
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Date: 2011-01-15 08:11 pm (UTC)When I was fourteen it finally sunk into my head what a werewolf was.
A were wolf was the boy who slept in the bed across from mine, who loved sweets, books, gobstones and hated sprouts and looking messy. A were wolf was just another person. A Person who was always fighting the thing inside of him even during his sleeping hours, who woke up sore and aching and wasn’t supposed to eat onions, chocolate or grapes because despite the fact that he was human some of the beast remained in his body.
Remus was a werewolf.
And I admit when he finally admitted to it I was a bit wigged. Of all the things I had thought his sickness and constant need to visit home during the school year meant that was the last one to ever cross my mind.
Most of the afternoon he avoided James Peter and I.
In the late afternoon Remus sat far from the fire at one of the tables with a book, James saw his chance and came over dragging the sketches of the castle and prototype map behind him. At Dinner Peter asked Remus if he wanted the last of the devil's food cake.
Later that night when Remus was sitting on his bed I got my brush and sat cross-legged on the floor with my back against the frame and box spring. I tipped my head back to look up at Remus and handed him the brush. I sat still for over an hour as Remus pulled the brush through my hair.
Once he was done and I was just a moment from sleep I stood up and climbed onto the bed with Remus. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tightly. He was still Remus no matter what and he just had to know that I knew that too.
"You've got me, Rem." I pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was something I had seen other people do when they comforted a person that was important to them but never had done my self. "You always have and you always will."
"You know, I think you might just be my best friend." Remus muttered with his face pressed into my shoulder.
"I'm yours. I promise."