Remus Lupin

Dora's up and having tea. We'll be setting out to find Jane Briden shortly.

She seemed healthy and charming, and is now safe at Moddey. Her parents ... well, you probably saw, but her mother apparently has been curious for years exactly how magic works and seized the opportunity to ask us everything she could think of. Sirius sent us a book of magical theory to leave with her; that was a good thought. Jane's father was a librarian, back in the day, and her mother apparently designed aeroplanes.

The cidering operation they're working on is fairly pleasant, as these places go. Everyone seemed to be getting enough to eat. I saw to the death certificate, after Dora took her off; I thought it would be straightforward enough.

There was a muggle woman minding the paperwork, and when I told her Jane Briden had died she didn't believe me, at first, because she was perfectly healthy, and then she started to cry like her heart was going to break. Apparently she knew the parents, and had met the baby. She wasn't asking questions, but I put a Confundus on her because I was afraid she'd start asking them later, after I was gone, and persuaded her that the baby had taken sick this morning, that someone -- possibly even her -- had sent for a Healer, that I was that Healer, but there'd been nothing I could do.

It was inconvenient but also reassuring, in a sense, that her life was not so unmarked as to slip away unnoticed. It ought to be harder, to take children and have no one but their parents notice or care. There should be shock, and grief, when word goes out that someone's baby has died.