"The werewolf that what?" Remus blinked, unsure what to make of that statement. "I haven't had a lot of time to focus on personal information, just what happened to the world. So, I'll...have to take your word for those reforms. I'm not sure many pictures of me exist even in my time, thanks to the war. I'd be surprised if many survived into yours." Lily and James had had a few. They'd been lost along with his friends. His parents had had several, but so much in the farmhouse had been trashed when they were attacked...well, not a lot had survived.
"But, to go back to go back to your question, no. We haven't had time to explore much, yet. We've had to focus on securing the castle and grounds. There was an expedition to the Prophet offices to see what copies of the paper we could collect for research. But, that's as far as we've been able to explore so far. Hogsmeade and the Forest will need to be our next stop and better brooms than whatever student models are still here will help with that. We'll need to be careful going to the stadium, just in case it's been reclaimed by muggles in the last few years." On the plus side, there was no Ministry to frown on whatever measures he had to take to get them out of the stadium safely if required. While Remus might be more morally upstanding than most, he was also a survivor and life among werewolves had taught him that sometimes you have to be on the wrong side of the law to be on the right side of humanity.
"When we get back, we'll need to get you settled in a room somewhere. The castle seems to be accommodating us wherever we like to settle, turning dorms into flats and such. And the house elves are all still here. Whatever that spell was, it only affected magical humans, not any of the other magical lifeforms. At least not that we know of, at least."