Remus was blindsided. From a different direction entirely, he was hit with what he recognized as Petrificus Totalus. He thought about rolling out of the way. He thought about it quite urgently, but his body didn't move as ropes wound around him. Please, he silently urged, let it be an overzealous and bookish teenager. Let it be a late-night librarian. Let it be someone, anyone I can overpower later.