Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: This takes place at exactly the same time as Sirius' little slip-up and is not a free-flowing unrelated angst-fest at all. Nope.
I Was A Teenage Werewolf
Remus stays in the library as much as possible, nowhere near the hot people in the garden.
He isn't calm at the moment and that scares him. He needs to be in control at all times and this - crap is making him forget things. Like "What is the date today?"
Since the railway station and the Perfectly Natural business, he's become dangerously distracted. He needs to be always pure inside; thoughtful, friendly and polite. He's not a normal boy, after all. He's not even really a person. He's a wild animal someone taught to read.
He should keep reading.