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[There's a pile of books beside the beanbag this wolf is sitting in, a collection that seems to dip into some fairly advanced magic. Remus frowns as he flips through the pages. He's decided that he really ought to take advantage of his time here, and this little studying session promises to be the first of many. He seems preoccupied, though, and occasionally stares off into the corner of the room instead of at the pages before him, thinking about all he has to look forward to when he heads back to the cottage.]

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[For a moment, his gaze runs over Remus, wondering if his body must be a mass of scars, before it turns back to his face.]

Does the moon wax and wane here as it does outside?

[Oh, it most certainly is, and Remus watches that gaze with vulnerability and stoicism.]

No. But it does in the place that I have chosen as my new home.

You've left your old home behind? [Curious, how curious. So many similarities between them- or perhaps Loki is only seeking to see himself in another, hoping that he isn't as strange as he thinks.]

What of your family?

I did. Because I can have... what I've been searching for, here.

My father is ill. I've had. Difficulties with him, which makes it a troubling separation.

It's easier to cut everything off. [His voice is colder than he'd intended it; he covers it with yet another question.] What do you search for?

[Looking curiously at him.]

... I know it will sound ridiculous, but. Love.

[The look Loki levels at Remus is indeed mildly amused, although he won't voice his derision aloud, not now.]

I see. Then may you find it, and whatever else it is.

[For some reason, that smile makes him bristle.]

I have already, actually. He'll be assisting me with the spells and watching over me.

How fortunate, then. I wish you my very best.

Do you?

[He cocks his head slightly, an eyebrow raised.] Why do you doubt my words?

Because I am not dense, and I can tell that "love" is hardly a priority for you.

No. It does not stop me from wishing another well, however. [And that smile returns.]

And do you find it likely?

That one may find love? What a foolish question. You've found it, I deem it unimportant, and let us then go on our own merry ways.

As you wish it.

What a disapproving look.

No, not at all. A bit uncomfortable, perhaps. The conversation has become a bit stilted.

I suppose I should not have tried to push you into defending your ideals. All the same, my wishes stand, and perhaps I'll hear of your success with your- ah- self-confinement should we meet again.

You don't need to go, Loki.

Now is that merely courtesy or do you actually like my company?

I said that I wanted to hear your story, didn't I?

Surely those old storytellers have already told and retold them, and others written them down for people like you to search them out?

Would you like to see what the books say about werewolves?

Oh? [A shrug- why not?]