Re: Remus/Sirius
"Ah, yes, Sirius Black's infamous weakness for freckles!" Laughing, Remus let himself relax into the moment. It would be easy to pretend they were those two kids, gossiping over who they thought cute. Not that Remus had ever dated as much as Sirius or James. His condition was always in the back of his mind and he knew he had a few strange quirks born of it that might give him away. "Right, so old weird. Hot weird. Not old and hot, not as weird."
Of course, it couldn't stay that easy for long. But, if Remus talked about the easy things first, it made the rest seem less weighty. "The cover story was actually my idea after I realized that sending me in to talk to them with nothing to offer was never going to work. I think, he thought one just had to send a werewolf to talk to other werewolves and it would be enough to counter years of oppression and isolation. But, while Greyback's offer was empty, it was alluring. Power over those who had mistreated them, a life instead of an eked out existence. The only real benefit to my being there was information, what little I could manage. But, to do that, I had to make them see me as one of them. I don't know, maybe telling me I couldn't tell you guys was a ploy because he didn't think I could do it and I would go back to doing things his way. But...I'd seen how my kind truly lived, the ones who weren't as lucky as I was. I couldn't just go back to dangling nothing at them and calling it a treat. I'd be no better than the Ministry if I did that."
Remus had held onto his secrets for so long, it seemed strange to be able to sit here and talk about it openly with Sirius. But, it was also something he'd wished he could do so many times in the past. He hated secrets, hated lying to anyone let alone his best friends. He believed in working for the greater good, but he didn't think he was cut out for Dumbledore -- the old Dumbledore's -- version of it. At all costs was too expensive for Remus' conscience.