Re: Albus Dumbledore & Remus
"Working on a Sunday?" Remus asked, somewhat amused because that sounded very much like the Headmaster he'd known, the aloof wizard who moved the pieces in private. It was easy to forget this Dumbledore was the same man, given how much younger he was now. But, talking to him, Remus could see that core, same as he could see pieces of himself in the werewolf the history books wrote about.
He laughed warmly, then shook his head. "Sorry, it's just that your older self said the same thing about the four of us when asking us to join the Order. But, thank you. James and Sirius were the quidditch players, in the group. Peter and I would just come out and watch when we could." A werewolf playing on one of the house teams would have been unfair. Remus' skill on a broom came from pranks and, mostly, the necessities of war.
"I'm...nervous," he admitted with a shrug, somehow knowing the older man was asking about his condition and not how he'd slept the night before. Of course, that might also be because Remus expected the curiosity of those who knew him. And, a part of him had been conditioned to respond to the expression in those blue eyes. "As long as everyone will be safe from us, that's all that matters. But, I've had a lot of potions intended to make me better or safer and they didn't work. If it wasn't Snape and Regulus making this one..." he shrugged. If anyone was going to make absolute certain this potion worked and kept Remus' wolf in check, it was going to be Severus Snape. He could trust that much.