"It was Aunt Bella. I don't think sane applied to her. Mother says that it started long before Azkaban, but all that time alone and with the Dementors didn't make things better." He always heard the note of sadness in his mother's voice when she talked about her sisters. "No, I suppose I'm not, but I'm not a brave man either. I will always cower and bide my time. Eventually there's always a Gryffindor willing to risk his life," he said, chuckling.
Draco moved closer, sitting next to Remus. "You can lean against me," he said, softly, because even with spells, this couldn't be comfortable. "His hair is truly awful, just like Harry's. I don't get it how their family invented a potion to tame hair and neither thinks of taking it."
He snorted. "When the bus randomly drops in places, never knowing when the full moon is, preventing you to transform on a schedule, then the bus is very responsible for interfering with the curse." He turned his head to look at Remus. "You don't have to take on all of the responsibility. Sometimes, it's really someone else's fault."