“Remus!” A voice called from the entrance, and Lupin looked up from his book. Lily Evans looked both angry and exhausted. “Hi!”

He smiled thinly, and closed the book. “Doing alright, Lily?”

Lily sighed again and plopped down on the couch next to him. “I wonder how you do it. Deal with your friends, that is.”

Truthfully, when he’d first met them Remus had put on an act of liking them—after all, he had not wished to be an outcast. But after seven years, he had grown used to it. “Patience,” He answered simply, and Lily’s face softened.