Remus was feeling more up to the task of a meeting of minds now that the moon had passed and he'd taken the time to recover. He really hoped he hadn't maimed Minerva's owl too much, but without nape about to make the potion, something like that seemed like a snack to him in that state.
Still nursing a scratch to the face, he winced when he apparated to Hogwarts as the motion of it pulled at his skin. He dabbed at the drops of blood, cursing how he hadn't tended it better, but maybe a stop by the infirmary afterward was in order before he ascended the staircase to Dumbledore's office. He felt a sickening feeling as he emerged at the top of the stairs to see the place without the twinkling eyed professor staring back at him, welcoming him inward. No, he saw the portrait off to the side, Dumbledore snoring away in it, which made him stop and stare for a moment.