"Some stress is good stress," remarked Remus. "People often show their true colors in tense situations. Or maybe that's just something we talked about in the Gryffindor tower." He smiled and took a bite of pie. Because he was only living on one meal a day if he was lucky, it was warmly received.
Robards didn't have much to comment on in terms of fleeing Muggle-borns. That was good. Perhaps it meant that no-one had delegated searching them out to the MLE yet. The Aurors and Hit Wizards were more skilled than half of the Death Eaters that had been trailing Remus, and anyone doing it for financial gain was part of a sorry, unorganized lot.
"I suppose we'll really have to worry if they get the folks in International Magical Cooperation to start contacting the other wizarding governments."