At the prompt, Remus’ eyes darted off towards his bedroom, wishing he<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>look at the stranger. Out of sight, Remus could almost convince himself that the man was just oddly fair, something which Remus could explain as an oddity of the human genome.<br/>He, however, remained deadly silent, taking note of how the light seeping through the doorway seemed more blue than what his yellowed oil flame could ever produce. It made it hard to swallow, the dread feeling entirely irrational.<br/>“He has to be,” Remus insisted as his eyes returned to James, though his argument sounded considerably more meeker this time around. “He can’t be a star.”