"I haven't been an optimist in years," Fenrir said dryly. "So I'm guessing I won't be of much help to you." He leaned back and looked up at the leaves above them. "Mind you, it's better here so I may be less gloom and doom these days."
"Nah, I wasn't a werewolf then," he said with a laugh. "Guess it was just my dumbass teenager vibes that had them chase me out rather than do anything else." He cocked his head at her description. "Huh. I'd say weird but I got a bunch of extra sense stuff with the whole werewolf thing that isn't too different. Not that I knew about that until I talked to Remus. I just thought I was going nuts."
He shook his head with amazement and his subsequent smile was actually genuinely happy. "I couldn't believe that potion. It's amazing. I mean, yeah, you're right, the transformation is still shit but being in control afterwards is... pretty cool. You know I can kind of make myself into a bit furry circle? I am nowhere near that flexible normally." He grinned then shrugged a bit. "Nah, nothing. Not much point these days. We're all pretty much equal here now and it's not like I have to sleep in the hedgerows now. Hell, I even have a job. A good job."