Remus' eyes close at the first words. He knows exactly whom the cards speak of and he really didn't want this dug up. It's only been a year, it still hurts.

"Severus Snape," he finally whispers. "He's one of the only people I know of who can brew the Wolfsbane Potion. He brewed it for me, for a year. Under sufferance, he hated 'wasting' ingredients on me.

"He cost me my job, my home and everything I had fought to regain because of a petty grudge from when we were children. I didn't protect him when I should have. And he's made sure to make me pay for it every step of the way."

Severus Snape is a loaded topic, especially in the reading like this. "I don't want to hear anymore, thank you, Jason."