1995
"Come on Moony, admit it. You fancy my baby cousin Tonks. It's undeniable." Sirius leans back in his chair, dangerously close to falling.
Remus looks up from his book, and says, calmer than he feels, "Well, I'm denying it Sirius. Nymphadora is a lovely girl, and we're friends. Nothing more."
"Right. Okay, have it your way. But I'm telling you, she fancies you too, and you're mental if you let her slip through your fingers." In an uncharacteristic display of tact, Sirius leaves it at that, knowing Remus is rattled.
"I'm not mental Sirius, I'm a werewolf," he says quietly and with a note of finality that speaks of a lifetime of pain and prejudice, and conviction that will hurt him just as much as it does her.
