For all the stories that circulate about werewolves in wizarding society, Remus had never been a violent person. Plenty of people assumed that he must be just because he was a werewolf, but he'd always been the most easy going and gentlest of the Marauders.
(Excepting, of course, when he changed. But he didn't have any control over that.)
But Sirius kept talking and making little sense. It grated on nerves worn thin by the full moon and Remus lashed out, punching the wall of the hallway.
He felt something possibly crack in his fingers, even as he turned back to Sirius, eyes wild with grief and anger. "Stop. Talking. Black," he grated out. "I listened to enough of your lies over the years and believed every one of them. I'm not going to listen to them now. Not when you've shown just how unworthy of that trust you always were."
Remus pulled his hand back, carefully holding it against his chest. A healing spell could take care of the bones. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, after all. "Was it funny, Black? Some game? Make the werewolf fall in love with you?"
Just assume those CW work for the rest of the thread
(Excepting, of course, when he changed. But he didn't have any control over that.)
But Sirius kept talking and making little sense. It grated on nerves worn thin by the full moon and Remus lashed out, punching the wall of the hallway.
He felt something possibly crack in his fingers, even as he turned back to Sirius, eyes wild with grief and anger. "Stop. Talking. Black," he grated out. "I listened to enough of your lies over the years and believed every one of them. I'm not going to listen to them now. Not when you've shown just how unworthy of that trust you always were."
Remus pulled his hand back, carefully holding it against his chest. A healing spell could take care of the bones. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, after all. "Was it funny, Black? Some game? Make the werewolf fall in love with you?"