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[As the camera clicks on, those who know Remus will notice how tired he looks. Not simply as if he hasn't gotten a night's sleep, but truly exhausted-- as if he's been on a long journey, or suffered some great hardship. The circles beneath his eyes are too dark, and there's a long pink scar forming on his right cheek.

Still, he gives the camera a smile, albeit a tired and nervous one.]

Ah-- hello. I do hope this is working properly; I haven't precisely had much practice with cameras. But-- yes. My name is Remus Lupin, and, as most of you know, I've been technically on-board the Tranquility for some months now. However, I've no memory of this-- really, it's as if this is my first month. So please, if I knew you but you haven't heard from me in a while, it's nothing to do with you, I assure you.

[The smile fades now.]

Which brings me to my second point. I've, ah, heard it said that I was rather free with this information, so I suppose it's no longer a secret. But--

[He glances behind him uncertainly, as if seeking support from someone unseen, and then nods.]

Well. I'm a werewolf. No jokes, please, I assure you I've heard them all. And-- well, we're taking every safety precaution we know, Sirius and I, but-- just so you know. I'll post up what days I'm dangerous, simply so no one stops by my room while I'm changed.

[He gives them a thin smile.]

And finally: a simple question. How many people, precisely, have duplicates or twins aboard the ship? Not biologically, I mean, but-- people who look like that, for no discernible reason at all.

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Engaged. Or a steady girlfriend. Or something, Sirius, that isn't leading several girls on at once.

[He considers this a moment, and then shakes his head.]

No-o. No, that doesn't sound at all like me.

I've seen stranger things happen. I mean, you apparently spent the last few months talking to an older version of myself, so why not have a wife?

Because it goes against the very fabric of my being, whereas me talking to you--that's something I'll always do, regardless of ages.

[Again he smiles, shyly and pleased.]

Well. I suppose I can't argue with that. Still, I still think it's a matter of time before you find some girl who corrals you into marriage. If it happened to James, it'll happen to you.

[He snorts.]

Get out of it. Never. Never, never, and d'you want to know why?

I'm sure you're going to tell me either way.

Because I am not James "Great Weakness For Cruel Redheads" Potter. Because I am not a sniveling romantic wretch that falls in love and never falls out of it--I don't fall in love full stop. Because I have things called 'principles', Moony, and I don't forget them, and that is why I will never be married.