Of course Remus understood. Remus would. He seemed the type to embrace change and fight injustice. Considering the curse his own body had against him, why wouldn't he? "Remus is a very understanding sort, isn't he?" she said with a smile, reaching over to smooth Dora's ruffled pigtails. All the activity had taken its toll on the girl's hair, which had obviously been up since she'd fallen asleep that night.
In fact, they could stand to be straightened, and the maternal instinct in Rose had her sitting by Dora's side, taking down each pigtail in turn, smoothing it, and gently putting them back up as she talked. "I know you're not a cry baby, sweetie. Joshua must have said something to really hurt your feelings and that wasn't nice." She tucked the last elastic into place with a smile. "I'll bet Remus' story was just brilliant. He could write it down and give it to all children who change. Probably make a fortune."