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color:    Remus clutched both sides of the chipped sink in his
bathroom with his hands. He stared at the reflection in the
cracked mirror. He was twenty-six years old, but he might as
well have been fifty. His hair was starting to turn grey. His
face was pallid and gaunt, lined with every thought that
disturbed him. His whole body creaked with the stiffness of an
old man waking from a troubled sleep. He was reaching breaking
point. There was only so many times his body could go through
the shock of being bent, broken, stretched and battered as he
was forced to transform each month. He was not only beginning to
look old, he was beginning to feel old too.  As bad as it
sounded, Remus missed the war. He missed the camaraderie of the
Order, the sense that they were all united against a common
enemy, that they were on the same side. He missed that feeling
of belonging, that sensation of being pa