"Insomnia." It wasn't a lie. He did have insomnia at times. He just had it more often since his run in with Carrow. Harry was true to his word though. He wouldn't push Remus to tell him about the nightmare if he didn't wish to speak of it. Harry normally avoided speaking of his own dreams if he could help it.

There was a bit of silence that didn't become awkward thanks to the tea. It gave him something to do with his hands. Plus it was an excuse to not speak for a bit. Tea was best when it was hot after all.

"I only walk this hall. Never too far away from your apartment or Sirius's. It's a bit strange to feel confined in a castle this size isn't it?" It was a vague question, but one he had a feeling that Remus may understand better than most. He looked like Harry felt; as if he was crawling in his skin and staying still was a struggle.

"I didn't realize you had nightmares every month. The potion doesn't help with that, or does it make it worse?"