The tone of John's voice when he was talking about Fenrir Greyback startled Patience, and she took a step back. At her side, King sensed her nervousness, and gave a low growl, though he made no move to do anything else about it. Patience hooked her fingers in his collar just in case; the anger wasn't directed at her, she wasn't in danger.
"I know," she said quietly. "I know, he's terrible, but he must be useful, right? That's why the Ministry keeps him around, he only acts under their orders." Her logic was faulty, but the potion in her system kept her from seeing it. "I'm sorry for whatever he did to you to make you feel that way."
She relaxed slightly when he was quiet, composing herself as well. "They say he's killed people. Attacked at will, he's been attacking when it's not the full moon, anyone that gets in his path. That's what they said! I don't want to believe it, he was my professor, and he taught us how to defend ourselves against dark creatures. But why would the Ministry say those things if they weren't true?" She stopped, looking upset. "I hate that they're hunting him, I wish I had some way to help him, give him Wolfsbane like I gave to you. There should be a clinic to give out Wolfsbane to anyone who needs it, to keep everyone safe! But I'm not a part of the Ministry, that's not my decision to make."
Running an anxious hand through her hair, she took a deep breath. "Why... how do you know Fred? Does it matter?"