The quiet sound that left Remus was very wolf like, one of his friends would have once pointed out, because it was a quiet whine low in his throat as he got more and more confused. Was it just because Vrenille wasn't from around here? That would make sense, but... somehow what he was saying was adding less and less up for him! He held up his hands, shaking his head.

"The Ministry is our government. The Queen is part of the Muggle government, not ours. The Ministry would have nothing to do with her. And- of course things like this have happened before in history. There's all sorts of side effects that have gone wrong over the years. I don't understand - haven't you ever heard of one?" How was it possible for a bloke to have never heard of any magic gone wrong?