I’ll see if the landlord is amiable, but... [Remus shrugs, accepting the glass of whiskey. The building is in muggle London, but the owner and landlord is a Squib. It’s mostly people like that who live there, those who live in between the magical and muggle worlds, and people like Remus, who have little other choice.] It was enough of a hassle just to get this much. As for the Ministry…

[He shakes his head, taking a short sip after Peter clinks their glasses.] I don’t know if I want them questioning why I felt the need to expand the room. [And they will question it. He changes the damn curtains in his living room and there’s questions, every little thing treated with the utmost suspicion.

And of course, it’s highly illegal for anyone to be in the room with him on the night of the full moon, animagus forms or no. (And guess what the Trace would pick up on Peter, not that Remus knows there’s an issue there.)] I do appreciate the offer, though.