[For his part, Remus is a lot less calm and collected about this whole animal business. It's like taking animal-based Polyjuice and getting Splinched all in one go, except now he's just some sort of demented, sheep-based Centaur, and the irony of that is not at all lost on him. But most of all, he's having a small panic because A, he does not know how to undo this, and B, he's terrified he might have lost his bits in the process of changing over. And being laid out the way he is, he's not really sure of the best way to go about that, because he's got two too many limbs and not much semblance of a bottom that works like a human's would.
Which is why, when Ford bursts into his quarters, he'll find Remus Lupin on the middle of the rug, flat on his woolly back, trying desperately to bend forward enough that he can inspect that on Earth is going down in between his back legs. It takes him just a moment to register exactly what's going on—there's a stranger in his room and he's in an incredibly compromising position—and then he's flailing, panicked, trying to get back into a more normal position.]
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Which is why, when Ford bursts into his quarters, he'll find Remus Lupin on the middle of the rug, flat on his woolly back, trying desperately to bend forward enough that he can inspect that on Earth is going down in between his back legs. It takes him just a moment to register exactly what's going on—there's a stranger in his room and he's in an incredibly compromising position—and then he's flailing, panicked, trying to get back into a more normal position.]
So—so sorry, I just, got stuck, a bit.....