Even though he had now confirmed the identity of Remus that comment makes him take a slightly suspicious look back. "Yeah, well, you didn't seem to think that last time I saw you. Scolded Hermione and I for not checking," he mumbled, blue eyes searching. This had to be Lupin, but him not knowing that let alone his appearance changed too many variables.

Looking up at his former Professor Ron's expression turned into that of a more mixed one as he shrugged. Turning away he had to wonder exactly why he'd been brought here himself. Harry was the Chosen One. Hermione was the Brightest Witch of Her Age. Any of his siblings would have been a better fit. And what did he have? Maybe a few good moves in Quidditch an Chess, but nothing more. He didn't exactly get what they expected by bringing him here. He at least understood Remus a bit more, considering, but his head turned back sharply as the older male continued.

His scowl returned altering his features in a way that should not befit a hardly eighteen year old boy. "Brilliant," his response came in bitter sarcasm, "reckon I look just peachy for what's been going on. Anyway, could say the same for you, couldn't I? Can't say you look the same as last I saw you and all."