Chapter 6: Why Not?
"And tell me, Remus, why not?" She demanded, with her hands on her hips. He took a look at her hair, which was now turning fire red, and then returned his gaze to her flashing eyes.
"It's not right." He told her, already being prepared for this conversation from days before. He could tell it was coming. He couldn't avoid her forever.
"Once again I ask, why not?"
"Because, I'm a werewolf. I'm half human, Dora." He said, wishing more than ever that he wasn't a werewolf. He would have been richer, and probably would look years younger. But, he reminded himself, there was also that question of age. He was eleven years older.
"I don't care." She said, half stomping her foot, reminding him momentarily of Lily.
"I'm eleven years your senior." He said, talking from his own list of reasons he gave himself as to why he couldn't be with her.
"I don't care." She said again, but this time much softer and he could tell she was hesitant. He smiled sadly. He had her there.
"Are you sure you don't?" He asked, looking down at her, and raising his eyebrow. "It's getting late, I have to go." He said softly.
"Remus…" She said, reaching out towards him as he backed away. He shook his head again, and disapparated.