The young werewolf sighed in relief when Sirius left as he slumped into a nearby chair and ran a hand through his bangs, trying to calm himself and Moony before leaving the room after his friend.

..............

Remus stood there and took her hurtful words, though in the back of his mind he supposed a 'backstabbing faggot' was better then a disgust half-breed or something else related to his furry little problem.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He commented as it seemed to be his best defense as he really didn't.