"So what did they ask you?" Tonks asks Charlie, as soon as the door closes behind Lupin, even as they shuffle the five of them into the kitchen and start opening cupboards.
"Not much," Charlie shrugs. "His behaviour as a dog. I barely spent a week here to tell them about."
"Why are you back so soon?" Tonks says, clearly disinterested in the answer, starting to make them all haphazard sandwiches. Charlie only grunts in reply but no one calls him on it, although Ron has a certain glint in his eye.
"You shouldn't talk about this around us." Hermione says bossily. "In case they think you're leading us." She takes a sandwich. Harry doesn't.
Harry's previous high had begun to fade as soon as Tonks ushered him out of Black's room. Even just watching him sleep had been – okay, mildly creepy on his part – strangely rejuvenating to do. He never wanted to leave. Honestly, he thinks Tonks feels the same way, but they still agreed when Charlie insisted everyone leave and let Black sleep in peace.
He picks moodily at the bread.
"They aren't going to ask you three about how he behaved in our house are they?" Tonks mutters. "I expect they'll ask you about Pettigrew. He's the one you've spent time with."
"He's a rat." Ron says. "He doesn't do anything except sleep and eat. Anyway Percy had him longer than me."
"Someone will talk to Percy." Charlie answers, laying a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Someone will talk to all of us I expect. Hey," He says tentatively, "Do you want to hear about Norbert?"
Harry looks up, almost interested in something that isn't Black. "Is he getting on well?" It would be nice to give Hagrid some good news, especially with everything going on with Buckbeak.