the_debt_of_time

back after his mother had sent that Howler the morning after the Sorting. "You're a boy
who happens to be a werewolf who needs a good friend."
"Why are you so.. ." Remus began, trying to look for the right word, "... kind to
me, Mia?"
She swallowed the whimper that threatened to crawl its way out of her throat.
Scooting over, she took a seat beside him on his bed, gently putting an arm around his
shoulders. He shivered at the touch, and she could see him trying to hold onto his strength,
trying not to show weakness.
"You've never deserved anything less than kindness, Remus."
He let out a quiet sob and wrapped his arms around Mia's waist, his shoulders
shaking as he cried against her.
Her eyes softened at the boy exposing his vulnerability for what, she assumed, was
the first time. It felt to her like he had opened up his heart right there. She promised herself
that she would treat it well.