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Remus looked through the door of the staff room and saw his lover sitting reading a book. Wisps of hair falling into his face, and looking so gosh-darn beautiful. Damn the conventional ways he thought, I am a werewolf. I can be gay if I damn well please.
Just then his lover looked up and met his gaze. There were fireworks, and a light bulb burst.
Filch walked by with a broom muttering.
They didn't notice him though, being in love and all that. They strode over to each other and kissed. It was nice if you're gay, and odd if you're not, but each to their own.
The End