"Potions, hm? Was never any good at potions myself. I don't see colors well enough to tell when a formula changes from burnt orange to sienna. Used to drive my lab partners mad." Remus chuckled quietly to himself. A decent student and with more than passing interest in most subjects, potions and herbology had been the death of him academically. "I knew a man once who was, quite literally, brilliant when it came to potions and he didn't seem much interested in Quidditch either. Maybe there's a corrolation?"
Winking conspiratorily at the young man, Remus' eyes were again drawn back to the game. It seemed surreal, which was no different than everything else these days, to think of how many generations were represented in the air that afternoon. He'd never had a chance to know his own extended family. Thanks to Harry and the Weasleys, Remus knew Ted wouldn't ever want for lots of family to love him. He supposed, if he had had to die, he'd done well enough by his son in the end.
"Yes, it seems I taught Defence for a year when I first came back to England. I don't remember it, though, because I was older then than I am now. But, if your uncle Harry gets his way, I'll likely go back to it. I've thought about teaching before. It's just never been practical until now."