"No, I--" Remus withdrew his hand. "I better get these clothes off." He shivered at the very thought of being naked out on this cold countryside, but shivered once again when he realized he would not be naked for long.
Remus stood and distanced himself from the others by a few paces. He felt wretched. He was shaking and his vision was blurred. His head and hands felt feverishly hot and he itched everywhere. His stomach clenched with nerves and hunger and nausea. Slowly, he undid his clothing and, piece by piece, laid it aside, until he stood in only his scars and gooseflesh on the Scottish hillside.