Remus blinked. "No, no, sorry, I saw the barbecue books and jumped to conclusions. I actually wanted to ask you if you'd prepare - I mean, I have money, not much, but perhaps I could help financially..." He took a deep breath. "Would you make me Wolfsbane? I'll help, of course, anything you need, but it's- the full moon - please."

He stood, still in the doorway, sashamed of asking. There was no Dumbledore ensuring Snape would make it anymore. There hadn't been for a long time. And Remus was suffering. He had no control around the full moon, and he didn't want Sirius, Dog - anyone - to be hurt.