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Dr. Wisteria Brown is Remus’ neurologist. He saw her on a monthly basis for most of his life. She diagnosed Remus with a rare nervous disorder at around ten years old. When he moved for school, Dr. Brown recommended several doctors to accommodate Remus’ unique needs, but he still calls her first when a new problem arises. She is a patient, caring physician who has a soft spot for Remus.

even if lily assured him he had no reason to be, remus was terrified. he kept playing finger football with a sugar packet, sliding it back and forth across the wooden table, all bundled up in a scarf and a coat that swallowed his skinny body whole. the outdoor café sat halfway between the uni dorms and the bar where sirius played, and it sold remus’ favourite brand of dark chocolate. he put a square in his mouth, focusing on the sensation as it melted between his tongue and hard palate, his coffee warming his hands against the numbing cold. despite the temperature, the sky was a vibrant blue– remus only noticed when he saw sirius coming up the block. he grinned instinctively, waving a long arm at him, even as apprehension thrashed in his gut. after all, it would be a relief to finally admit his secrets, if only to remove their power over him.

it was a good thing lily lived so close ; for all his crying, he didn’t want to spend long in transit with his face and eyes all swollen and red. it had come and gone in waves for the last few hours since leaving the dorm shared by james and sirius. the latter was the reason for his tears, though not the cause, as he seemed to have believed-- a misinterpretation that added to his misery. he finally texted lily once the medication kicked in to restore the mobility in his hand, and soon after, he was at the door to her dorm room, sniffling as he knocked. ‘ lily? i need a hug. ’

REMUS: I didn't hurt you did i?

when the final bell rung, remus headed to his room, thoughts overrun by sirius. not a full day had gone by and he already missed him terribly. his absence stung in remus’ sore muscles and little bruises, snapshots of last night flashing when they ached. the whole thing made it practically impossible to concentrate on his classes, on top of obsessively formulating the right words to convey his particular situation. for a non-lethal disease, there seemed not to be a way to describe his degenerate health without sounding quite fatalistic. upon getting home, remus dropped off his books, threw his ukulele on his back, and locked up in the same minute. his lack of a proper script was perturbing, but he had exhausted every scenario his mind could produce and felt unsatisfied with each imagined result. to keep from panicking, he set his thoughts instead on what to practice, tromping across the grounds until he was at sirius’ door once again. knuckles drummed a rhythmic pattern, nervous energy making him bounce on his heels.

when their set ended and the mystery man was out of sight, remus’ daze lifted, revealing a devilishly grinning lily at his side. ‘ goodness, rems. never before have i seen such shameless eye-fucking. ’ he blushed and gulped his beer. ‘ shut it, you. they sounded good, ’ he shrugged, looking into the foam at the bottom of his glass. ‘ i’m glad you think so ; you can tell the boys yourself ! ’ remus felt feverish as he watched lily wave to the man remus just spent a full hour staring at. he and another man - the band’s bespectacled drummer - waved back. ' er - which one's james? ' he whispered as the two approached through the crowd. his chest made a funny leap when lily replied, ‘ four-eyes. ’

You realize that you are talking about my Best Friend here, Anon? She isn't a bitch for finally choosing, even if in my eyes it was the wrong choice.