Fenrir finished frying up the rest of his breakfast a short time later. He was a man who appreciated simple, uncomplicated food and plenty of it. Over the course of their friendship, she had seen him eat massive amounts of food that no other mere mortal could handle. It always amused her. Perhaps, if she stopped to really think about it, she should have been sad that he was cursed to struggle with the incurable affliction for the rest of his life. When she was the idealistic girl she once was in another lifetime, she remembered being sad every time she thought of any of the hardships Remus Lupin was forced to endure as a result of being bitten by the evil Greyback. Strange how much the experience of living could alter a person's fundamental beliefs and thoughts. If the old Hermione Granger was still alive, somehow she didn't think the younger witch would approve of how she turned out later in life.