"Lofty standard to set," Remus agreed with a laugh. "But your brothers all seem to do well for themselves." The twins and their business were clearly thriving, and Charlie had done well in Romania before returning here. Percy, whatever his issues with the family, had obviously carved out a niche for himself at the Ministry, whatever they might think of that niche. Ron and Ginny would both do well, once this mess was over and they were out of school, Remus was sure.
"Fenrir? No. He doesn't need to be bought. They can offer him a chance to hunt and kill, and that's all that he needs." Remus shrugged, grimacing at thought of the wolf. "But the others? Perhaps. It's not easy to survive when you can't hold down a job. Money, survival, a place to stay and food - they're genuine concerns, and getting harder for werewolves all the time. If they can promise security, then they might be able to stay them."
Remus pursed his lips thoughtfully, taking another puff from the cigarette and then shrugging. "It might be worth a try. If we lose. . . then repayment wouldn't really be a concern. If we won, we should be able to work out some solution. Do you think you can convince them?"