"I suppose that makes sense," Fenrir said. "The future isn't always set in stone and things like that." He sighed. "Yeah, I know. I just wish things had been different."
He smiled wryly. "It's okay. No, they didn't. I came back home and told them what had happened and they kicked me out. They're refused to speak to me ever since. That's what I was doing before I came here. I'd gone to try and speak to them again and was walking away when boom, here I was." He shrugged. "I don't know why, other than that's just the way the wizarding world encourages people to think about werewolves."
"I don't think I've ever read a fashion magazine," he said with a grin. "Except maybe when I was trying to avoid someone, though I'm not sure if it counts as reading if I'm holding it upside down and not even looking at it." He laughed. "I don't think I've ever dressed like that. Never really thought it was worth trying."