[Her words alarm him, and it shows: he does drop the bottle this time, but manages to catch it before it smashes on the floor. As he hands it back to her, his hands shake slightly.
He isn't an idiot; there are too many factors now for him not to put two and two together. Their shared last name, her extensive knowledge of werewolves, the fact that she claims to know all about what he and his friends get up to on the full moon... Now that his headache has cleared, all the pieces fit together neatly to spell out one glaringly obvious conclusion. It can hardly be mere coincidence.
Taking another deep breath, Remus looks up at her, only now noticing the streak of blue in her hair. He doesn't say anything, steeling himself instead. Though he's still not convinced of the the wisdom in what he's about to ask, at this point he can hardly see any way around it.]
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He isn't an idiot; there are too many factors now for him not to put two and two together. Their shared last name, her extensive knowledge of werewolves, the fact that she claims to know all about what he and his friends get up to on the full moon... Now that his headache has cleared, all the pieces fit together neatly to spell out one glaringly obvious conclusion. It can hardly be mere coincidence.
Taking another deep breath, Remus looks up at her, only now noticing the streak of blue in her hair. He doesn't say anything, steeling himself instead. Though he's still not convinced of the the wisdom in what he's about to ask, at this point he can hardly see any way around it.]
So, er. Are we... related somehow?