"No, it constitutes a nuisance," he says calmly, and goes on, "The very same. At least where you and I were from. It's possible that the Lupin native to our current location--or, for that matter, any who's made his way here--was not bitten."
Severus's eyebrows quirk at him. "Er... because we didn't think anything could be done for you without entrapment? Do you?"
He thinks. "Black has clearly been making his own arrangements, as ever. Lucius might, but I would expect him to have his own." Lucius always has his own. His own everything. Usually in six styles, four shades, and eleven flavors. "I believe Minerva mentioned--yes, and Lucius did as well, for that matter. Apparently there's a member of the current generation of Weasleys in town, doing her best to spread her family's philosophy of reproduction to the world at large."