Neville pulled a chair to Remus's bed, and cast a quick privacy charm, allowing them to speak privately. He sat, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees. "Ruby's fine. It was just like she said, she has control over her wolf. Emma and Mary Margaret were in there with her the entire night."
He signed then, leaning back in his seat to stretch his back and rub his face. "Remus... they heard a wolf howling last night. The guards, I mean." He inhaled and let it out heavily. "They haven't heard one before, and it was a single one, and apparently quite large."
He stopped then, deciding to give Remus all of his news a bit at a time. It was clear that there was more; sadness and a bit of dread were written all over his face.