Remus was only 42 years old. The idea that he’d written himself off after only a quarter or third of his life was absolutely ridiculous to Dora. They’d barely even begun to live their lives! And perhaps it was a mark of her particular naivete that she genuinely didn’t think that Lycanthropy was the worst thing in the world. Then again, maybe that was just the Hufflepuff in her, too.
Really, Dora should have just gone home. That would have been the smart move. Remus was clearly not going to change his mind, and she was just going to continue getting more and more upset about it. But Dora had never been one to know when enough was enough, and instead of leaving, she continued to argue with him.
“You know, part of me honestly can’t believe you think that low of me that I’d believe being bitten by a werewolf would ruin my life, or yours, like it’s the worst thing that could possibly happen to a person. And then I think about how broken a person would have to be to throw away love and happiness when someone offers it, and it makes me sad.” Alright, so maybe not arguing so much as...sad honesty.