Remus sits in his family's garden alone. He cannot get close to the other children. Soon, the villagers will notice that strange things occur every full moon, and if Remus keeps his distance, it will make it easier when they have to move again.
He runs his hand over the lush, green grass, the blades tickling his palms.
The gnarled old tree by the crumbling stone fountain is comforting. The blossoms of pink, orange, yellow, and white are lovely. It's the perfect envrionment for a boy to hide away from the world beneath the shadows of the trees and the towering white fence.
But Remus wants more than just dandelions for company.
He wants a friend. Someone to share it all with.