Remus Lupin

I wish we could've gone to Percy's funeral.  Not for that poor sad bastard's sake but to be there for Molly.  They're home now, and Molly's woken up from her potion -- did you see?

I've spent the last hour thinking about our Marauder days.  James and Peter.  I mean, James I think about pretty regularly but Peter I can usually -- the memories were making me smile, though.  I was thinking about making the map.  All those passages we'd have never found without a rat helping us out...

Come find me?  Bea's gone to sleep.