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“After you were attacked, all your drawings were different, whole pages of red scribbles when before you’d draw castles with windows and kings and queens and pet penguins. And you started wetting the bed. You’d never wet the bed before.
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And there was no one to ask, no one who knew how to help my son after he’d been traumatized by a werewolf, there are no books at the library for that. So, I just… let you draw all your scribbles and I’d draw with you, castles and penguins, and I washed the sheets and I laid down next to you so you’d feel safe going to sleep.”
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Remus stares at his mother with a lump in his throat.
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Her voice has gotten teary too, “I don’t know if that was the right thing Remus. I just had to do what felt right. I don’t know if I did.”

“You did mum.”
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