He beamed at the idea of a book club. "I'd really like that," Remus said, eager to find someone else who seemed to enjoy Muggle literature as much as him. "I keep a record of everything I've ever read." Which sounds so lame when he said it out loud, and his gaze shifted back to his book as he felt such a touch more uncomfortable. Talking with girls was hard.
With the conversation of James and Sirius behind them, he seemed to relax to his original state. "Potions!" he agreed. "Yeah, I've enjoyed that, too. Slughorn is... different. He knows a lot of people."
He shook his head. "No, I'm a half-blood. My dad's a wizard and my mum is a muggle," he said. "They don't... Well, they're not involved with magic." Because Muggles weren't allowed to, obviously. He thought Lily would connect the dots. His father had given up his heritage for his mother. While admirable, it made keeping his werewolf nature under control during the full a very difficult case. At least at Hogwarts, with the use of magic, it wasn't something he had to worry about--he hoped, at least.
"I was raised Muggle, though, so most would probably say I'm more Muggleborn," he said, and it was only half a lie. If he hadn't been bitten, magic would have been a secret until his eleventh birthday.