"I know," Remus said quietly. "I know you do." He closed his eyes. If he were home, this kind of inquiry would mean a short-lived and unfair trial, and time in Azkaban — or worse. Neville needed to report this and Remus knew in the back of his mind that this was the end of things for him. The people here might have tolerated someone like Ruby, but him?
They were going to kill him.
His brow furrowed slightly at the mention of Wolfsbane. He knew the plant — monkshood, aconite — but what that had to do with this, he didn't know ... except that it was a poison. Was that a threat?