"Oh God, what are you doing to my poor ears. I don't even have to be Scot for that. Savannah might hurt you," he joked, since he had no idea what she'd say, but she was a player for the national team. That had to count for something. "We had a lot of funerals too and then we went to work. There were just too many. I never really traveled, except we had a few cases where the suspects fled. Stakeouts in foreign countries are as boring as stakeouts in Britain." He shook his head. "I don't know. He never told me, but that would be a good reason. Even Englishmen don't understand the Welsh."
He sighed. "I think it was a lot more complex than that. I never asked, but he couldn't tell us that you were a werewolf. I'm assuming that Dumbledore made him take some kind of oath. On the other hand, he believed that you were helping an escaped convict. You can see why he had a problem." Thinking back, Snape had arrived just in time to 'save' him from Sirius. Too bad that he hadn't needed any saving.
"The potion makes a difference too. I mean he had a roof over his head and food for a whole year. Even after. He used to stay in his room during the full. I don't know if that part was age too. Older, human mind, he could stay in his room and not even howl, or someone was bound to hear him, even with all the privacy spells." It was much easier to talk about his Remus as a separate person, something he didn't have to do with his father. "I guess we'll know how you react next month."