Remus furrowed his brow, an expression that was almost amused -- not because it was funny, it was just so strange and almost ironic -- crossing his features. "That just seems cruel, to be honest."
He'd never had the pleasure of meeting Chase, but he had heard a story or two. He felt a little sympathy there, trying to imagine what it would be like for a Muggleborn to spend their whole life unsure of why they could do the things they could -- and then have the magic be addictive and killing them. He shook his head lightly as he made his way into the bathroom.
"How," he hesitated as he tried to make the question he wanted to ask make sense, "how much magic using would it take to kill you, do you know?"
After asking, he pointed his wand at the broken mirror and murmured the appropriate spell to repair it.