Remus Lupin loved books – he loved them with a passion that made most people he knew think immediately of the word 'Ravenclaw'.
However the boy was not a Ravenclaw, and though technically he shouldn't have even been in any house at Hogwarts, he was sorted into Gryffindor.
Remus supposed that inside there was much more to him that he was just too withdrawn to push out. Maybe though, with his new friends, he could forget about the world of books and knowledge that he lived in, to push himself into a life of fun.
After all he was a Werewolf at Hogwarts – there wasn't a single person he had ever heard of who could say such a thing, and due to this, Remus Lupin felt infinite.