"Desperation," Remus quickly kicked in before his parents could speak. If he was going to wind up in Azkaban or put to death like a dog, he was going to get himself there. Shifting in his seat, he folded his hands together and looked up to him. "Some rumors. Mostly my studies and noticing an old newspaper article about you accompanied with the rumors. If you have no feelings of empathy for the cursed, tell me now and we can leave."
"I thought this was guaranteed," his mother suddenly burst in, eyes wide and fingers twitching. "John, you told me he was sympa--"
"Belle," John ground out slowly over the woman's high pitched voice. "Belle, calm down, please?"
Remus tried not to look back to his parents, obviously used to them, locking eyes with the Professor.