To invent a friend, a story in a poem.
Part 2: Severus. ->
While I'm not a fan of adult-Remus' choices (to put it mildly), teen-Remus' choices are understandable and complex. He was a bystander to the rampant bullying his friends did. He knew exactly why it was wrong. But he never did anything to stop them, and it's understandable and realistic, unfortunately.
He's a lonely, low-class boy with a horrific condition that could get him killed—or get anyone killed. It's understandable why he stood by his friends, even if they relentlessly bullied people who were different. They were his only friends, the first people able to survive his transformation. They loved and supported him, and they were kind to the 'right' people. Without them, he would have had a similar fate to Severus: alone, ostracized, self-hating, and destructive.
I wrote Remus' thinking process using words a potioneer might use, like vials, poison, simmering, etc, because I wanted to convey how Remus and Severus are alike, in a way. This poem is meant to compliment Severus' poem, which uses metaphors of wolves, lions, prey and predator animals, etc.
