They followed him down in silence, Remus' father never removing his hand from his son's shoulders. Who's support it was for, it was hard to tell. Remus, overall, seemed fairly calm, whatever nerves were affecting him easily hidden behind by a schooled expression of someone used to constantly keeping a cover.
Once they entered, his mother gave out a slight breathy noise, terror tracing her features at the glow from the windows and the figure Lex cut in the dark outfit. She sat down heavily, and Remus brushed a hand over her arm as he took the middle seat, his father setting on the other side.
"You are a highly skilled potion's master," John began, leaning forward and studying the teacher. "Your legend is well known, including the rumors of your legend as well. The...accepting nature you hold for Dark Creatures. And we are in desperate need of help that we think only you may be able to offer."
Remus fidgeted in his seat, grabbing onto the edge of the robes he wore and rolling it in his fingers