Remus really did try, he tried not to react. Not to let show his worry for Sirius. He failed. He had lunged forward in his chains at the knee to Sirius' body, and now, the expression he had fixed Warwick with shifted between rage, and a pale, sickly look. It did not take a lot of imagination to guess what Warwick's games were.

The punch left his jaw throbbing and his eyes watering, which was good because the reaction hid tears.

"You are a sick, sadistic blaggard and you will get what is coming to you." But he would not give Warwick the satisfaction of flinging that curse at Sirius again. No. His mate had suffered that curse enough in his life.

He swallowed and turned his head away, staring defiantly at the wall to one side.

"I bet you get your jollies off throwing that curse around. How many times have you used it on him already." It was not a question he expected or wanted an answer to. "Cowards, rats, the lot of you. Kicking and punching a chained wizard. Too afraid to be proper wizards and have a real duel."

Shut his mouth, what? Sometimes Remus got in a mood. Like when he ranted at James and Sirius for being bullies. This was a bit like that.