remus john (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lonewolfen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
The opinions of others were never really all that important to Remus. Having it drilled into his head before he'd even turned five years old that most people were going to think the worst of him and that he was a horrifying monster, well, it made being thought of as boring or awkward kind of tame. That being said, once he'd gained friends, their opinions mattered more to him than they probably should have. More than that, he'd probably needed to have more faith in the fact that his friends would've liked him no matter what, so he probably shouldn't have turned a blind eye to some of their more reckless and 'mean' pranks out of fear of what they'd -- specifically Sirius Black -- think.
He'd always thought the world of Sirius. Sometimes he felt jealousy stir when others would get his attention (particularly when the full moon approached -- raging werewolf hormones and all), but he always knew Sirius would come back to him. Sirius was nothing if not loyal, he knew.
Subtlety had been the name of the game for far too long. They both knew why they were there, and if they wanted to drink and use alcohol as a convenient excuse to brush there flirtations aside then they were just fooling themselves. Wasn't that really the name of the game? Merlin, they were idiots.
"First time, I must confess," he said, though his lips twitched into a bit of a wolfish smirk. "But I guess you could say I'm passionately curious."