"Okay," Remus said, and blinked. "Well. Can I get someone for you?" He thought about his wand, hidden in the sleeve on his shirt. "I could, maybe, try and help..." His long thin fingers reached for it, brushed the hard wood, as his mind tried to puzzle out the situation.

The names sunk in. The postures sunk in. The Muggles being odd tried to sink in and failed. "I mean. Raphael and Michael. Aren't they... Are you a Muggle?" he blurted.