That actually drew a small, almost wistful smile out of him. "That'd be nice. I haven't have a party in... ages." The smile disappeared. "Because I'm a werewolf," he said bitterly. "They hate me now." Something broke a little inside him. "It wasn't even my fault," he said, the bitterness even heavier and joined with despair. He gave himself a sudden shake and did his best to pull himself out of that mood before he said something he might regret. Besides it wasn't something he should throw at Savannah.
"You mean..." He frowned and looked down at the ground. "You mean I won't hurt myself on the full moon?" The wolf hated being confined on the full but he'd had some close calls on the occasional night when he couldn't find a place. He hadn't bitten anyone but there'd been some lurid stories of wild dogs savaging sheep or cattle during the night in the Muggle papers afterward. He'd always gotten the hell out of the area in those cases. "That'd be... amazing."
"Lupin?" he murmured softly. Wasn't there a Lupin in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures? He thought he might have heard the name when he was in there. He shook the thought away. It probably didn't matter, not if it really was 2038. That Lupin was probably long dead even without this curse that had been mentioned.
He smiled when she said he could stay. "That's... that's great. I haven't... the last place I stayed..." He wrinkled his nose. "It was kind of a flophouse and the bathroom reeked. I need a shower." He rubbed his cheek, his hand rasping over the stubble. "And a shave." He looked down at his clothes, which were starting to show the signs of wear and tear of being effectively homeless. "And to find a laundry."