Remus / Thirteen
Remus had often been told he was wise beyond his years, an old soul, perhaps had to grow up far too fast. He never really took much stock in it; it was who he was. If anything he wished it weren't the case. Wasn't ignorance supposed to be bliss? That said, he preferred wisdom. He'd rather know what he was dealing with than go into the world blind. It sort of tarnished his attempts to be optimistic, as he was pretty laced with realism, but sometimes glimmers of hope appeared in him.
Hearing someone say he ought to be a teacher one day, was an example of that. Yes, he wanted to do something like that. A teacher or a healer; those were dream occupations. But they were just that -- dreams. People like him were lucky to get jobs of any kind, but rarely did they come with any sort of notoriety. It was nice to dream, though. At least here he was a librarian, something he enjoyed immensely and no one was going to fire him if he missed a day or three because of his affliction.
"Thank you," he said again. "Maybe one day things will change and something like that would be an option. In any case, I appreciate it. I should probably go check the sound system, make sure the records are continuing to play themselves correctly. But it was very nice chatting with you. Perhaps we could meet at COFFEE sometime, have a chat?"