[ He almost doesn't answer; even without video, it's easy to tell that Remus is tired—sleepy, hoarse, a little muffled and slurry from having his face smushed sideways onto a pillow. But also very patient-sounding. Kind of. If William is very good at discerning vocal tones, what he actually sounds like is someone who is trying very hard to sound patient while actually being irate and exhausted. ]

I did say he was an idiot. But we were fifteen, [ sixteen, whatever—Remus was fifteen ] and he didn't—it would have been as bad for me, if anything had happened. Maybe worse. Even if he were capable of plotting to murder to Severus, remotely, from the dinner table, he wouldn't have done that to me.