Kingsley clears his throat and looks up at Remus, a strange vantage point given that usually Kingsley is taller than most people around him. He had seen the letter Remus sent eight months earlier but was unable to reply at the time, given his proximity to Yaxley, and his unfortunate ability to land in gossip rags.
"Remus, when somebody forces you to commit a crime, it's not your fault. You've taken responsibility. What else can you do? Desperate times, my friend."
Kingsley startles a bit when he sees his fat fingered stubby hand start to darken and the fingers lengthen. "Good, polyjuice potion lasted just long enough to get here. You blokes have any food? I'm bloody starving."