Despite years of practice balancing on the rickety roof of his cottage, Remus nearly knocked himself over. The sudden proximity made him whip around, almost slipping on the shingles as he did; while he had so far avoided looking directly at the strange man James had brought to his house, Remus now desperately needed him properly in his sight.<br/>The man was even more luminous under the open sky, pale white in a way no human ought to be - not while alive, anyway. It made a shiver run down his spine, suddenly struck with an urge to run. Remus’ eyes shifted across his features as if they would reveal something he already had an inkling of.<br/>“What are you?” he demanded, though his voice was low and filled with tension and dread. He wasn’t actually sure he wanted to know.