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"𝕱antastic beasts and where to find them" I read out, spotting my godfather's book in the werewolf's hold in a section of the library, a sense of pride and happiness coursing through my veins at the fact him of all people was reading this book.
"Yeah, I-I love it, i've read it over a hundred times, probably why it's all falling apart now. It's quite fascinating, all of the magical creatures and adventures Newt went on, it's incredible" He replied, a broad smile on his face, a small laugh escaping my lips. If only he knew. "He was in your house right?"
"In more ways than one" I mumbled under my breath before nodding, "I love him" I told him honestly, his honey eyes sparkling with excitement and happiness. He nodded me over, patting the seat beside him, allowing me to sit on the chair next to him, my knees raising to my chest as I lifted them on to the wooden chair.
We sat in a comfortable silence, the boy carrying on reading his book, stealing glances of the blonde haired girl as she dazed into space, his eyebrows furrowing. She was a difficult person to read always, he wanted to he able to read her but no one could ever predict her next move. He observed the way she chewed on her rosy pink lip, her eyebrows twisting together as she frowned, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering every couple of moments. Fuck she was so gorgeous, so effortlessly gorgeous, even when she didn't mean to be. He made a small sound, his lips twitching slightly when she turned to him, opening her mouth for a breath before closing it like a fish, his heart strings tugging inside of him from her actions.
"Would you like to tell me something, Willow?" He asked, resting his temple on his hand on the desk to face me, a small chuckle escaping my lips, before turning serious again, opening my mouth to speak.
"Do you think hufflepuffs are push overs?" I voiced, tugging at my lip with my teeth as he scanned over my face. He didn't respond for a while, allowing me to speak further, "I feel like we're overlooked, you know? People take us for granted, thinking we are nice, accepting, and friendly because we aren't valued for our ambition, cleverness and courage. But I will rip someone's throat out if they are done wrong, because it's not acceptable. I'm not going to be calm and say 'ah let's talk this out, violence isn't the answer', i'm going to make sure everyone gets the justification they deserve, and if that's beating the shit out of someone i'll do it. So do you think i'm a push over?"
Remus listened intently to the veela, the cogs turning in his brain as he hung on to every single word she said. He knew to let her vent to him about what she wanted because she clearly needed to get this out to someone and he was going to be that person for her because she evidently trusted him. He was in disbelief of her words, she was most definitely not a push over, not after sticking up for herself, him and others numerous of times. She's the complete opposite of a push over, he knew that for sure.
"No" He replied simply, shaking his head, "No, no I don't think you're push over. I actually believe every badger is different, you know? Not everyone is the same"
