Remus shifted slightly, pulling a pillow into his lap so he could wrap his arms around it and lean forward against it. "I..." He frowned. "But we soundproofed the pod, Neville. Lily's good at what she does, no one should have heard anything down in the tunnels. None of the guards found us or came looking for us."
He watched Neville carefully, eyes flickering across his expression in some attempt to gauge what the other man was hiding. It must have been a strange dynamic for Neville, who'd grown up with Remus as a professor and mentor — but here, he was twelve, thirteen years Remus's senior and Remus was looking to him as an authority figure.