He knew as much. It took the Marauders three years, he wasn't expecting to see Snape's Animagus any time soon. Though he would be impressed if he did. "It depends on the person. James and Sirius poured over every book they could. Peter had a harder time with it. He did it in stages, working on his Transfiguration with objects first." Remus said with a grin. The idea of Sirius with a book, willingly, was a feat in and of itself. But it had happened.

He shrugged again. He honestly didn't know why he was there. Snape seemed to get the Patronus down and there wasn't much he could actually do to help with the Animagus aside from pointing him in the right direction. But he didn't want to leave. He liked being there.

And that was a very odd concept to think about. When did it turn from being a friend's enemy to wanting to help someone to merely wanting to be around them? And why was he thinking about it? Since when did he care?

He shook the questions away, too afraid of the answer at that moment. Remus looked back over at Snape and gave him another grin, not knowing what else to do.