the_debt_of_time

"You're still wearing your shirt," she said.
His eyes widened, and his face flushed as he frowned. "You know why."
"They're just scars, Remus." Mia smiled sadly at him. "'Out of suffering have
emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.'" She
reached over and gently touched the side of his ribs where she knew three long, deep scars
rested on his skin. "You're beautiful."
Remus's brows knit together, and he turned his soft green eyes to her, staring with
a look of wonder and confusion. He looked like he wanted to say something but could not
bring himself to find the courage, so instead, he broke eye contact, cleared his throat, and
smiled down. "Who was that?"
"Khalil Gibran," she replied with a disappointed sigh. "Poet."
"Wizard?" Remus asked, playing their game.
Mia smiled. "Muggle."