Special occasions? Remus could only imagine what that might entail. Torturings, perhaps? Finding people to keep the Dementors fed? His mouth twisted. Bellatrix Black had killed Sirius. He had to admit, he'd like nothing more than to make sure she met the same end. She was a liability to everyone he cared about, not to mention the rest of the wizarding world.
"I see," he finally said. It was a pity that the people had no one to complain to. He already knew his complaints would go unnoted because of his blood status, and not as a wizard but as a beast.
Leaning forward, he lifted his brows expectantly, waiting for Robards to finish his sentence. He didn't - but he was right, Remus knew who they were looking for. Harry.
"I can guess," he said. "It's not exactly a new interest. This has been seven years in the making, now."