Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Io, who has a sexy secretary uniform
A/N: This is going to be slightly more of an analysis, than humorous thing.
Day Four
He never sleeps, and it's because of that hard pillow he insists on taking just to give the rest of us the soft squishy ones. I've always seen him looking at them, lamentably I might add. He always gives things up, even when he has the chance to take happiness, he never does.
When we became anamagi for him, he immediately said thank you, but he's always said that we did it for ourselves as no-one could, would care that much for him. No matter how often I've told him that he should take things he wants, throw his head back and laugh, he never does. Remus is quiet, reserved, kind. Self deprecating as well.
I've always been brought up to be proud and stand tall. My parents may hate me, but they don't want to besmirch the good Black name. His parents love him more than anything in this world, they always tell him as much, but he never believes them. Asks 'who could love a monster?' It's one of the saddest things I've ever heard.
In the morning, I slip quietly over to his bed, soft pillows in hand, and lift his head up, gently taking his hard thing and replacing it with my softer pillow. In the morning, he raises his head, and smiles.