Werewolves
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'Werewolves,' Sirius laughed. 'What a hideous notion.'
Sirius lounged back in the chair, and refused to budge, even when a fourth year, clearly higher in rank than this pathetic first year, ordered him away. Sirius, so new to the school, just sat and refused. Already the school was his.
'What's wrong with werewolves?' Remus asked. Sirius glanced at him.
'Half-breeds,' Sirius said. 'My parents taught me rank since I was a child. I've read books about werewolves, you know. Horrible stuff.'
'They're people, too,' Remus muttered. James nodded and Peter, who had still barely spoken a word since they arrived at school a month ago, sat in continued silence and watched them.
'Well, we all have our education,' Sirius shrugged. 'Mine came from my parents.'
'Well hopefully, in future, you'll learn to educate yourself a little,' Remus spat, anger in his eyes. 'Instead of taking everything as it's fed to you.'
Remus stood up, glaring angrily at Sirius, and stormed from the room.
'He's got a point, Sirius.'
Sirius ignored James' quiet words, and stared off after Remus. Passionate, that one.
