Author's Note: Wow, two updates (for this and Picking Up The Pieces) in just over a week. I'm on a roll. Hopefully it will last. Thank you to the people who reviewed, favorited, and followed. You are wonderful. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Sorry it's so dialogue heavy. Thanks so much to my beta, gem-care-ma. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Please remember to review/favorite/follow!

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Zosia Rose

"I'm sorry, I must've heard you wrong. You want me to be a movie star?"

I smiled, "Of course. It's a documentary about werewolves and having an actual werewolf in it is guaranteed to get me first place."

"First place?"

"When it's finished, I'm going to enter it in the UK Film Festival," my smile only grew as Its frown deepened.

"The UK Film Festival? You mean you actually want everyone to know that I'm a dark creature?"

"That's kind of the point, werewolf," I laughed outright.

It stood hurriedly, making It wince slightly, "I apologize for the inconvenience, sir, but I can't do this. I'm hated enough without asking to make things worse."

I sighed, grimacing. I really didn't want to have to do this...but I needed to win first place. I couldn't do that without the werewolf.

"Okay, do what you want. But do you really want to go back out there? I saw what the others did to you. Do you like it when they spit in your face, push you down stairs, slam doors before you can even open your mouth to say anything? You know that it's going to be repeated. Over and over and over. I, however, am different. I mean, I let you in here, didn't I? I'm willing to be around you, to work with you. I'm giving you a way out, for goodness sake. If you star in my documentary, you can finally convince everyone once and for all that you and your kind don't deserve the way they treat you. You can prove to them that not all werewolves are bad. You can make things better. And not just for you, either. For all of your kind," I shook my head sadly, watching Its reaction all through my little act, "But if you don't want to...I understand. I can't make you do anything you don't want to do, after all. It's your choice. Now, are you going to help your kind or are you going to run away and abandon them?"

The werewolf was silent for a long moment, then, so quiet I had to strain to hear, "I'll do it."

My easy grin returned as It fell back into the chair, the expressionless mask still in place, "Perfect. Let's get started then. I'll just get my equipment."

Its eyes followed my movements as I grabbed my camera from its waiting place on the bookshelf, "Are we starting right now, sir?"

"Yes, of course," I watched It from the corner of my eye as I set the camera on its stand, not looking directly at It until I was seated in the chair directly across from It, out of the view of the camera. I wanted the shot to focus on the werewolf, not me. If they saw me, my beauty would surely distract from the story. I wasn't worried about my absence though, my voice alone would make the female viewers swoon (and some of the male ones too). I glanced at the camera, making sure the little green light that told me that I had pressed the Record button was flashing steadily.

The werewolf shifted a little in Its chair, Its uncomfort unclear to someone who wasn't looking for it (or who wasn't me), "What should I say?"

I smiled reassuringly, "Well, you should probably introduce yourself. Then we can move on to more complicated things like your entire life story. Don't worry about making it perfect. I'll edit it all later."

"Alright, then," It took a deep breath and began Its tale, "My name is Remus Lupin and I'm a werewolf. Quite obvious, isn't it?" It gave a humorless laugh.