Remus Lupin

The pamphlets were entertaining to say the least. Most of them, at any rate. I trust that no one took to heart the social mores conveyed in 'Good Girls Don't/Best Boys Won't'; I'm fairly certain the one that promised to enumerate the places no tongue should go attracted closer study.

I got the elves to bring yesterday's Prophet so I could take a look that article. I'm not sure what was more offensive, the fact that it was given so little space and buried so deeply or the smug way the reporter packaged it up with all the loopy theories of the countryfolk. 'It were Dick Turpin's ghost what did it. He's on the prowl every night, he is.' And if it wasn't the work of a highwayman's ghost, it was Sleepers prowling the heath after dark--unless it was werewolves. I'd say the reporter was under orders to obscure the story as much as possible, and a good job she made of it, too.

If you're reading this, Sirius, all we're really told is that the bodies were badly mangled and were found Saturday evening, lying alongside a footpath between Bushey and Elstree.