Remus / Thirteen
"Yes, Padfoot is the dog," he said with a nod. He thought perhaps he ought to inform her that Prongs was a stag, not a steer, but figured he'd just leave that one be for the time being.
It still sort of came as a shock to Remus that there were so many people here who were not only willing to help him but who were actively trying. People who barely even knew him other than that he was the kind, polite librarian in town who could do magic. Was that normal? Was it just that the wizarding world had so much prejudice in it that they would rather see him dead or imprisoned than to help? Or maybe it was because most of the people here all came from backgrounds where they were the people who were different, who had seen dangers and horrors and they knew the difference -- a rabid werewolf was a threat, but Remus was not.
"There's hope there won't be a next time, at least not for a good while," he said. "So long as illness does not befall my companions, they will be able to keep the wolf contained in the forest or behind the doors if we can find a suitable location or even one that isn't experiencing a full moon at the time. And if all else fails, I was somehow gifted several vials of wolfsbane potion that will render me harmless if taken prior to the full moon. I will retain my human mind while in the wolf form."