Answering her smirk with a softer one of his own, Remus nodded. "So they keep telling me, all you fiery-headed Weasleys."
Had he known her thoughts, Remus would privately have agreed with her assessment. As far as getting used to the changes in perception and the senses went, he'd likely had a much easier time than those who were turned as adults. He'd had his own sets of problems the people in this time, even the young ones, never would have because of the potions Patrick and his clinic provided. The scars hidden beneath his robes were a testament to that. But, in this one thing, even he could admit he'd been luckier than most.
"I don't think he'll mind," Remus encouraged. "It's what he built the clinic for, what he puts his time into research for." Grinning, he added, "Even stand-offish me was able to talk to him about it."
Remus chuckled. "I think you should ask the fourth years what their werewolf lesson was like this month. I think they might have been surprised at the difference from the limited one they were given as third years." Still he appreciated the sentiment, even if he wasn't sure what he could do with it. "Did you have any thoughts on what form this grander scale of sharing might take?"