Lupin was lost in thought when George barged in the hotel room.
Putting his hands on Lupin's shoulders George said,"This is our last day together mate and you seem flustered?"
Lupin sighed. "One thing I came to know was that I'm a werewolf. Period. No doubt about it. All the dreams of turning into a wolf amd hunting animals and... yeah, animals and birds, were not actually dreams, but reality. Now the doctor's statement confirmed it."
George interrupted, "Who is the doctor? Maybe some drunken doctor!"
Lupin looked at George flabbergasted. "Why are you trying to confuse me? I'm already very much confused. At least I'm not confused at one point is that I'm a werewolf and these murderous werewolves are my ancestors. I hope my mom was a normie lady."
George smirked.
Lupin went on, "I'm a werewolf, these werewolves legends are my ancestors, that's weird, but ok. I can digest the truth, can't I?"
He looked at George for help. George nodded his head. Then again Lupin went on delivering his monologue, "It's perhaps my destiny. Who knows it might be a boon and a gift, rather than a curse. But I've a lot of questions in my mind. Are my parents still alive? Or dead? Have they survived somehow miraculously? If they're alive how do they look? Are they keeping an eye on me? Why did they abandon me? My foster father Uncle Jericho, is he a close friend of my parents? Uncle Jericho is dead and he had no relatives as per my knowledge goes, so we can't get any answer from him. But the biggest question why don't I lose control when I always see the moon?"
Then he stood up for a while and paced here and there forgetting that he was with George. Then he mumbled, "Maybe this is not my destiny. This is insane. This is not a boon. Maybe a curse. Or maybe I'm not a werewolf and the doctor is a hypnotist."
George came up to him and putting his chin on Lupin's shoulder said, "Chill mate, you will find the answers to your questions. Have some patience and enjoy the days while your answers reach home."