The Manager was a woman with shoulder-length black hair, but it was Selene. She mirrored his expression, but it was one more of cautious familiarity.

'Moony?'

There was an age of silence as they both stared at each other, trying to take in who they were seeing. A memory of Lupin's came unbidden to him.

It was nearing the end of their final year and a group of best friends talked by the lake. James, Lily, Sirius, Lupin, Selene and Peter sat in their usual spot. Peter was in this memory because it wasn't a dream.

They all laughed and talked about the past year and what they were going on to become.

'So what about you Selene?' asked Lily. They had already been through Sirius and James, who had both agreed that their life goal was to stop Snape breeding and having more Snapes in the world.

'Me? I don't know. I was thinking along the lines of a Healer, something like that.' She shrugged.

'Hey!'  Sirius interjected. 'Maybe then you could do something about Moony's sickness!'

Selene looked at Moony with a small secretive smile. 'Maybe I will.' Then she added in a more jovial tone, 'And then I will go on to save the wizarding world from the common cold!'

Everyone laughed, including Lupin, though he was worried that Sirius had said too much. Stealing a glance at Selene, who was laughing with all the rest, he silently assured himself that she didn't know. Everything was alright.

Lupin realised where he was. He realised what this meant and his shocked expression changed to one of panic.

'Selene, look, I can explain -'

'There's nothing that needs explaining, Moony,' she said in her still melodic voice. 'Why don't we start the tour and we can talk during later.'

Lupin nodded, unable to speak, not trusting himself to.

They went through another door which lead to a balcony. It overlooked hundreds of houses, all connected by cement pathways, each separated by patches of plants of some description. Further back, there seemed to be a vast expanse of grassland, where there were people zooming around on broomsticks, playing Quidditch.

'The houses look the same on the exterior,' Selene began her practised speech, 'but the occupant may decorate the interior with whatever he or she desires. If there is something that the occupant lacks or wants, he or she passes their query on to their assigned Healer, who passes it on to me. I then decide if that occupant should be allowed to have whatever they have asked for. Most times, the item is approved, like the Quidditch pitch up the back, but occasionally we get prank requests from the younger occupants.'

Lupin continued to look at the houses and asked, 'You knew, didn't you? Not long after you asked me about my illness.'

Selene was also staring at the houses, but now looked down at the balcony rail. 'I had an idea, but I wanted to see if you would tell me,' she replied softly. 'I really did mean it when I said I wasn't mad at you for not telling me. Not many people take well to werewolves.' She continued with her speech. 'The plants growing between the houses is the Wolfsbane. When it is ready to be harvested, we make a day of it. The plants are pulled out by the roots and placed in bags to be left outside the door. This only happens twice a year, so it's a pretty good deal, I think. We try to make life here as normal as it could be for the occupants if they were leading their lives at home, but we so many different aged people here, it's hard to please everyone. Follow me, please.'

She led Lupin to another door and down a corridor to the room at the end. Lupin had been thinking the whole time, he hardly took in a word of her speech. He wondered where all the time had gone, why he hadn't tried to find her soon, why she hadn't tried to find him sooner. All these questions he wanted to ask and yet, all he found he wanted right now was just to be listening to her voice again.

They entered the room at the end and Lupin saw many Healers working together over many cauldrons.

'This is where the Wolfsbane Potion is made,' Selene informed Lupin without looking at him. 'These Healers are supplied by St Mungo's Hospital and they are the best of the best.' Some of the Healers looked up at the praise and waved at the Manager and her friend. 'This retreat couldn't function without them.'

They exited and followed another corridor and descended a flight of stairs. The room they descended into contain rich smells and clanking metal. Many house-elves ran around preparing food with delight, but when they saw the Manager they all stopped and bowed with obvious reverence. Selene smiled and bid them to continue what they were doing.

'They came with the house,' Selene said in a more relaxed tone. 'They're wonderful cooks and the nicest house-elves I've ever met.'

Selene and Lupin climbed back up the stairs and she took back to the balcony, from which they could see it was late afternoon. 'That's the end of the tour,' said Selene in a relieved voice. 'I've been doing them all day. Ever since that article came out, we've been busier than ever.' She sighed. 'So, do you have any questions about the retreat?