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r. lupin (tufty) wrote in silverage,

Not many people ever called him a handsome, charming bloke and Remus was not used to it. Something warm spread itself at the peak of his cheeks and he dipped his head, as if to stare closely at the warm pizza he held while a childish smile was dancing on his lips. He wouldn't lie, it was a nice thing to hear.

"Thank you, Lily," he said to his friend in his form. "You really know how to make men feel good." And that was another weak attempt for a joke.

Would he consider dating in this place, though? Remus wondered. It was either he had not been up to his usual standards since his displacement or no one really bothered themselves with werewolves, New York being more "Muggle" than any place he had ever been to. So would it work, he wondered? A place where there was no prejudice and no one would need to know what he really was...

No, Remus rather doubted it. He knew he could never lie forever to a woman he might love and just because they didn't know magic didn't mean Muggles were any different from wizards when it came down to fur and fangs. No matter how one might put it, a werewolf really was abnormal to the society -- and that was what he was.

"Do you suppose we could just charm a flat if we didn't have much luck, though? Make a bedroom split itself to two and all," he said about their trip for the next day. He didn't know how to pull off what he had just suggested, but it was a much better, more productive topic to talk about than, say, his love life.