Disclaimer: These characters, settings, etc. do not belong to me in any way. They are the creations of J.K. Rowling. I am only using them for the fun and practice of writing.
Warning: Spoilers for the Half Blood Prince long about halfway through the book.
There were no words to be spilled for the transformations. No excuses for the inflicted wounds poorly covered with the hasty wave of a wand and nearly forgotten potion. And when eyes filled with anxiety pulled at his own with an unavoidable gravity, he found no reasons to assuage the guilt clouding his own vision. Instead, he could only offer a half-hearted shrug, turning away from Nymphadora's expression entirely – a false sense of indifference.
Any words he found the clarity to utter in his reports echoed emptily, in want of something – anything – else.
"And how are you faring?" A statement uttered behind still, steepled hands, eyes betrayingly sympathetic.
The expression which steeled over Remus's face was more feral than he cared to acknowledge. Frustration bled from his features as irritation screamed in his clenched jaw. "I'm alive," tone dangerously calm, thick with the complete lack of optimism.
Dumbledore's expression was placating and filled with pity – demeaning. "I truly regret the necessity for such a thing." Perhaps even a bit sincere.
Frustration ebbed, leaving the bitter taste of resentment. Remus stood to leave, pausing three meters from the door. "I'm no monster," unconvinced, without turning around.
"Of course not," a tired, fading voice.
Nodding shallowly, Remus left the headmaster's office, leaving a severe lack of words in his wake.