“Um… Yes. I mean, I work there.” Remus couldn’t help himself examining the younger girl and , perhaps on some level, comparing her to himself as a teenager suffering with their affliction. He couldn’t see any obvious signs, not now that her eyes had returned to normal anyway, but perhaps there were more differences than he was aware of between them. It was oddly fascinating, in a morbid kind of way.
He did understand home being ‘no good’, though. Remus smiled and shrugged. “I like it here,” he admitted. “I think I was quite lucky in that my friends arrived here before me, so I had people I knew here…” He hesitated for a moment. “It can take a little getting used to, though.”