Remus

Remus glanced over at Peter, who was staring at Sirius in disbelief.

Sirius didn't notice.

Remus sighed.

How was your Christmas, Pete?

he asked politely.

Okay, Peter replied.

Thanks for the sweets.

Seen my broom?

James asked, pulling it down from the luggage rack.

Peter got up to look, perking up a bit.

Remus rolled his eyes and returned to his book.

He wasn't really reading it.

He hadn't been able to concentrate properly on a book since the Potter's Christmas party.

In fact, he hadn't been able to concentrate on anything at all.

Not flying, or games, or conversations, or James and Sirius' animagus planning.

So, he pretended to read, hoping they'd leave him to it.

At St.

Edmund's, he might have just skulked off by himself into town, but that didn't seem like a very good way to show gratitude to James' parents, who were sure to worry.

It was as if there was a list of questions in his head that he had no way of getting the answers to, so they just played on repeat, around and around.

Where was Greyback now?