"well," Remus tilted his head. "I didn't attack anyone, so in a sense, it did work, I suppose. I think beating myself to a pulp locked in an old house is probably the better alternative, though, between the two." Remus didn't have fond memories of the Shrieking Shack. He did have fond memories of escaping it with his animagi friends-- memories nonetheless tainted with Peter's presence. Still, the madness of this itching was far worse than waking up in pain with fresh scars.