"Shut the fuck up," Marcus grumbled, but without much heat behind it. "It's just taking some getting used to." That was putting it mildly.
He nodded, and then shook his head. "No, he wanted to go off on his own. I wasn't about to argue. There was a game later that day, and Aurors on the Pitch would have fucked it up." He didn't care one way or another about Lupin, as long as it didn't interfere with Quidditch. "When has Draco ever shown sense about anything?" He scowled again. "He's not slow. He's...just not used to magical creatures."
This was news, and he raised his eyebrows. "Interesting. Towler is definitely not a werewolf, why would he think he was one?" Marcus didn't actually care about the answer. "In any case, I'm just glad it's all done with."