Fabian, with perfect stage dignity--his mother was, after all, a professor at WADA--relinquished Remus to the care of Florinda McGonagall, who looked fit to be tied. Fabian was still grinning. "As always, my dear."
Florrie thwapped Fabian on the arm with her wand hand and glared at Remus. "Not funny, you two." Turning to Remus, she asked, "What happened?"