"You and Ron," Remus says, mildly, fondly, "Had quite an emotional reunion. I'm sure you've had a long day. If you took the rest, you probably needed it. I'll make some tea. You still look exhausted."

He shakes his head at the grindylow tank before moving toward the kitchen, scrubbing at his upper arms. It's warm in the house, but it's still the time of year, where the temperature dips quickly after the sun goes down.

"I am glad for the two of you, you know."