Status: 4/15
Word Count: 382
Theme: Truth
"So, you're a werewolf?"
Remus's head shot up in alarm and met the calm gaze of one Sirius Black that stood in the doorway to the chamber that he and other two friends shared. His eyes shot back and forth looking for a quick escape--where to go, where to run?
The werewolf slowly closed his book that he had been reading and carefully climbed off his bed, placing his possession carefully onto his stand. The entire time he had his gaze locked with Sirius.
Sirius was staring back just as intently.
Remus dashed. If he could scramble past the beds and around his (ex?) friend, he could escape to the common room where he could make a quick escape to Dumbledore's office.
Sirius seemed to have other ideas. Just as Remus made his move, he tensed up and waited a second before pouncing, pinning the werewolf down onto the floor. He grabbed his wrists and held them firmly above the boy's head before he attempted to calm the panicking Remus. "Hey, calm down."
"I got to get out of here!"
"Remus," Sirius spoke a bit harsher, face merely an inch away from the struggling boy. "Calm. Down."
Remus froze; he stared back unblinkingly.
Sirius smiled. "That's better. Now explain as to why you have to get out of here."
"Because I'm a werewolf."
"So?"
The sandy-haired boy finally blinked. "Erm--don't you...hate me?"
Confusion replaced his previous calm expression. "Hate you? Why would I hate you? You're my best friend, Lupin. So what if you're a werewolf--it's not like you wanted to be one, right?"
"I did not wish to be like this."
"So there you have it. It's like saying I should hate you for--uh--having a rash! It's not like you wanted the rash, right? So there you have it! Neither were wanted!"
The werewolf didn't look convinced. Sirius frowned and gently grabbed his friend's chin, forcing him to look at him.
"Why don't you start from the beginning? You tell me the truth--and I'll tell you how I found out and my honest opinions on this whole ordeal."
Remus averted his gaze before releasing a breath he hadn't known he had been holding. "All right then. Just--get a comfortable spot, it's a long story."