I know not everyone is. You're there, after all. [Remus smiles faintly, taking another drink.] Problem is, I never know whether I'm going to get one of the raging arses or not. [That and he's convinced that a particular brand of raging arse is drawn to working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

It's right there in the damn title. Control.] Well, with the restraints, I can't exactly move around as is. A bigger room wouldn't help with that. [Has Peter even seen the shackles? Remus doesn't think he's ever had cause to go into the room he transforms in, since he can't join them on full moons, and Remus himself certainly doesn't go in there unless he has to. He hadn't had to use any restraints during full moons at the Shack, but a lot changed after they graduated. It's just another injury, really, the marks they leave on his wrists and ankles.] So it'd be a suspicious thing to ask for.