Remus sat in his room, sitting on the window ledge, staring out at the darkening sky, a book open in his lap. A strange calm was on him. The new moon always made him especially introspective. He wondered how different his life would have been if he'd never wandered off into the woods that night when he was seven, how would his personality be different. The agression that Moony had instilled in him could be a good thing, sometimes, had given him confidence and strength. But it had taken something away, too.