And the noise? [Rumor has it that when the moon is full and the wind blows just so, the howls from the Shrieking Shack can be heard all the way from Hogwarts grounds. Of course, the people who tell the tales have no idea that it's his howls they're hearing, but the fact remains that his transformations can be a noisy business, especially when he hasn't got the others around to distract him.

Remus starts a bit when Teddy takes his hand, tugging him back into the present, though he doesn't jerk away as he might have only a few years ago. Instead, his eyes drop to the chewed nubs of his nails as though he's only just noticing them – most are bitten nearly down to the bed, and several look as though they've bled fairly recently.

Looking somewhat embarrassed, Remus retrieves his hand, curling his fingers against his chest protectively.]

I always worry that I might scratch someone accidentally. [His voice is quiet. Thoughtful.] Always seemed better to just not have any nails at all. Bit of a habit now, I guess.

[Dropping the hand to his side, Remus peers around the room one final time before looking back at Teddy.] I suppose... if you're certain. I could give it a try. [This room promises to be far less depressing than the Shrieking Shack for a full moon spent alone, if nothing else.]