And then... Well. Harry would like to think he’s gotten quite good at telling the whole tale. He runs through it without much fuss. Remus chokes on his biscuit when Harry takes off the glamour. Sirius has to pound the poor man on the back quite a bit to help him breathe properly again. Corvin frets and fetches him a tall glass of water as well, not letting up until Remus has drank at least half.