A/N: The second installment...tell me what you think!
A quick note to my proof-readers: Yeah, I went against the majority vote. So, sue me.
Disclaimer: It's been four months since I've last written. Do you think Jo can stand to spend that much time away from a pen?
Love is Kind
"…And to wrap up, I'd like to share with you, with the permission of Mr. Lupin, a mission that will occur within the next few weeks...with his assistance."
The quiet atmosphere grew even more silent at the mention of yet another assignment that was to take place.
"You see, for he has a rather unique personality, and has given me the authorization to share with you something that must be kept confidential."
Dumbledore took a deep breath, and with nothing but seriousness radiating from him, he placed both of his palms firmly down on the aged kitchen table.
"Mr. Lupin is a werewolf, and I have asked him, due to this, to attempt in infiltrating the normally extremely secretive community of others like himself."
Remus, from his seat, watched sadly as some of the room's members showed reactions just as many in the past already had. He should have known better than to think that Dung's jaw would not hit the ground or that Hestia's eyes would not bug out in surprise or that Sturgis' jaw would not clench. He felt stupid for giving himself false hope that these people would ever be able to treat him the same with the knowledge of his condition.
"…meeting dismissed! Molly, you may now serve dinner as you please."
Remus went to get up, straightening his robes in the process, and turning toward the stairs so that he might return home tonight rather than sticking around to hear the mutterings of his state.
"Remus?" asked a voice behind him. He felt his shoulders stiffen, wondering who was going to be the first to approach him. Oh, he could hear the endless questions and fearful tones now!
He twisted his body to face the person, and found himself blinded by shockingly pink bubble gum hair and sapphire-blue eyes.
"Remus?" Tonks asked again. "You coming to help me set the table? Because it is your night to help me. Though, I can't imagine why Molly won't let me handle a small bit of cutlery..." She babbled away, and Remus suddenly found himself grateful.
"Yeah, alright," he said, shrugging out of his cloak, and following her back into the kitchen, knowing for now, that maybe, just maybe, there was some hope.
A/N: Next: "It does not Envy".