🎨 self-portrait: how do you hope others describe you?
Remus didn’t particularly want to think about how others described him. Even if they were saying nice things there was usually a “but” involved. It was always “he’s such a nice boy, but I couldn’t let him near my little Timmy with a clear conscience.” It was that sort of talk that prevented Remus from reaching out to others at all.
Remus’ eyebrows knit together in thought. “I guess I don’t mind what they say as long as it’s kind. And true, I hope it would be true.”









