Remus shrugged easily. "I don't mind most days. There's just been a lot going on right now. It'd be easier if I had more answers than questions myself sometimes."
He smiled softly around the edge of his cup as he took another sip. "In a lot of ways, I feel just as young as he is. In others, I forget he's not still the same age I am. We balance each other, I think." Looking up at the other wizard curiously, Remus couldn't help asking, "Are you happy, Professor?"
Perhaps he shouldn't have taken yet another sip as Dumbledore started speaking again, however, because he found himself choking slightly on the hot liquid when he started laughing. "Romulus?" he repeated. "I've got a long lost twin. How delightful. Remind me not to jump over any walls."
Apologising quietly, he returned to listening as Dumbledore spoke -- taking another sip only when the man was finished speaking, before responding himself. "Unfortunately, I don't think a massacre would be exaggerating. It's a security nightmare and I don't even want to think of the words Moody would use to describe it. They have some security, volunteer mostly, made up of off duty Aurors and Hit Wizards. The spells need work. There's no physical boundaries. And few trained fighters amoung the staff or werewolves other than myself and the couple others that stood in the last attack on the clinic. Had James, Dylan, and the others not shown up when they did we'd have been overwhelmed then.
"He's going to talk to Severus about letting them use the Forbidden Forest this month as the Full's only a week away. Apparently, the previous Headmaster used to let the werewolves run there before the clinic opened." Remus sighed. "Patrick doesn't want to join the Order himself. He's open to negotiating a quid quo pro, as he put it. But, I think he cares enough about the people he's protecting to do what he has to, despite his misconceptions."