"No, of course not," Remus sighed. "Point taken. But it's too late, I'm now imagining that Willy had fallen in love with some pretty blonde fae."

Remus was not pretty. At least, he couldn't see it in himself. He was self conscious about the scars on his face. And he still hadn't yet realized that he wasn't noticeably too thin anymore.

He idly turned the wolf ring round on his finger, an nervous habit.