"Tea?" repeated Black in disbelief.

"Yes," said Remus. "Hot water that dead leaves of Camellia sinensis have soaked in."

"Don't get smart with me, Lupin."

Remus drew breath as if about to say something, but didn't. Instead he made tea, creating and heating water with his wand.

"I'll leave you two to your planning, then," said Greyback cheerfully. "Let me know what you come up with, and what resources you need." He left.

Black looked at Sarah, them back to Remus. "And this is…?"

"A muggle, a reward from Greyback for my service," Remus explained.

Black gave her a perfunctory leer, the minimum admiration of an associate's sex slave that etiquette required, then turned back to Remus. "We don't want our plans overheard, even by a muggle."

Remus shrugged, then ordered Sarah, "Go to your bed and stay there." He was pointing at his nest of blankets on the floor. She went. "I put a silencing spell around it," Remus explained to his guest. "She won't be able to hear anything we say."

Sarah could hear them just fine. Remus's bed was surprisingly comfortable. It smelled very faintly of manly sweat and clean dog.

Black proceeded to ignore her and stared at Remus with a shocked expression, although he wasn't doing anything shocking.

"Milk?" asked Remus, puttering with a pretty tea set.

Black stared. "Werewolves drink tea?"

"No, we usually just drink human blood. I like mine with a squeeze of lemon." When Black turned even paler, Remus laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Black. Sorry, it's hard to resist. You look so like Sirius, I have to remind myself that you're different. Milk?"

"No thank you. Any news of the blood traitor?"

"Which one?"

"You know which one."

"Your brother?"

"Sirius isn't my brother! He's made that very clear. But yes, Sirius. Is he all right?"

"How should I know?"

"Did you see him at the battle in Hogsmeade?"

"No. I spent most of that battle unconscious. Why do you care?"

"The Dark Lord commanded me to kill the blood traitor. I tried, I think I managed to knock him off his broom, but I don't know what became of him after that. He may have survived. The Dark Lord is displeased. That must be why he's assigned me this…" He looked around the tent, his lips twisted in disgust.

"You have my sympathy," said Remus dryly. "But let's stay focused on our assignment. Sugar?"

"What?"

"For your tea."

"Oh." Black thought for longer than the question seemed to require. "Yes please." He sat on one of the rickety folding chairs after looking at it suspiciously. When he received his tea, he looked at it with trepidation, and didn't drink. "I must say, I'm surprised to see you working for Greyback. I always thought you were Dumbledore's man."

"It looked like that, didn't it?" said Remus, warming his hands around his teacup. "But I've always been Greyback's wolf." He fixed his human brown eyes on Black, Sirius brother, apparently. "Did Snape tell you what Sirius did to me?"

Black shook his head.

"You could ask Snape," said Remus. "Then again, Dumbledore may have put him under some spell to prevent him from telling the truth."

"What does Snape have to do with this? I know he hates you, but—"

"When we were sixteen, Sirius tried to kill Snape by sending him into the place where I transformed on a full moon."

Black looked extremely surprised by this news, perhaps even as surprised as Sarah.

Remus continued. "I would definitely have been sent to the Werewolf Research Institute had Sirius's plan succeeded. Snape's death would have been quick, at least, compared to mine." Remus shuddered. "Anyway, Snape escaped with his life, so Dumbledore didn't have to explain how one of his students had been killed by a werewolf on school property, so I wasn't found out. Dumbledore gave Sirius some little token punishment. You know how he is with Gryffindors. I couldn't complain at the time of course, but do you really think I could be loyal to Sirius and Dumbledore after that?"

"I suppose not," admitted Black. His elegant black eyebrows huddled together in confusion. "You were a werewolf when you were sixteen?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you set off Hogwarts's Dark magic detectors?"

"I would have, if Dumbledore hadn't sabotaged them."

"Why would he…"

"He loves exotic pets. He's worse than Hagrid. No ordinary cats and owls for him, he needs a phoenix and a werewolf."

"I can see that. But… You were a prefect."

"Yes."

"You helped me with that Ancient Runes project," Black protested.

"We have a rescue to plan." Remus indicated the diagram he'd drawn. "This is what I remember of the Werewolf Research Institute. This was from a few years ago, so it may have changed. What sort of ward-breakers can the Dark Lord spare for this project? It would help if they could scan the wards in advance."

"Rowle's a pretty good ward-breaker," said Black.

"Rowle? Are you kidding me? He couldn't break his way into a tin of sardines."

"You're thinking of Thorfinn. I mean his father, Eirik."

"Ah. He works for the Ministry, doesn't he?"

"Yes, Department of International Magical Cooperation."

"Not where I'd expect to find a ward-breaker."

"No, he's good, he broke the wards around that Order safehouse in Manchester. Mudbloods didn't stand a chance."

"All right, sounds like a good wizard to have on our team. What would be really useful of course is someone in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Then this could be an inside job. Someone from the Beast division would be ideal, but even someone from the Being or Spirit divisions might have access to the information we need. We'd have to make sure they have an alibi so this isn't traced back to them."

"We have a few in that department…"

Sarah pretended not to hear as Remus and the Death Eater made their plans, designing a team for breaking wards, deactivating alarms, neutralizing resistance. Black was particularly concerned that no werewolves other than Remus participate, as this attack called for magic and finesse, not brute strength. He seemed relieved at how readily Remus agreed. Finally, the plan was complete: Black would gather a small team of Death Eaters, meet up with Remus, and they'd attack tonight.

Black stood to leave. "It's been a pleasure working with you." He seemed surprised. "And thank you for the tea. I'll see you this evening, with reinforcements."

"Thank you for your help," said Remus.

"You know," said Black, "If you wanted to cut out the middleman, and work for the Dark Lord directly…"

He stopped talking when Remus pulled up his left sleeve to show his horribly scarred forearm. "No room for tattoos. Sorry."

Black tried to hide his disgust. He gave a nervous laugh. "He doesn't visibly mark his spies, don't be absurd."

"I'd make a lousy spy. Humans hate my kind. They suspect me already on general principle. No way would they reveal any secrets to me."

"A fighter, then. I remember your success in the dueling club."

"I'm among my own kind here."

"Please consider it."

"Do you get a commission for each new Death Eater you recruit?"

Black laughed genteelly. "The Dark Lord rewards his most loyal servants." He cast a brief glance at Sarah, who looked away.

"I'd be welcome at your Dark revels and everything?" asked Remus skeptically.

"Well," said Black, disturbed. "I mean. You'd certainly get your own rewards, perhaps separately from ours…"

"I'll consider it," said Remus politely. "Now as our planning is complete, I'll walk you out."

"Thank you."

The two left Sarah alone. She wondered if it was safe to get up from Remus's nest of blankets. She didn't really want to. It was comfortable there. She burrowed into the blankets, breathing deeply.

Remus came back eventually. "Sorry about sending you to the floor like that. Feel free to get up; Black's left the camp."

She did. "You don't have to keep apologizing. Thanks for your quick thinking."

"It doesn't take much to outwit Regulus Black. I can't say I'm flattered to receive an invitation to join an organization with such low standards. That idiot practically just gave me the Death Eater Directory." Remus grabbed an empty Marmite jar from the tent's little kitchen area, then put his wand to his temple and drew out a silvery mist, coiling it around his wand like spaghetti. He released it into the jar and screwed the cap on. "If I can get these memories to the Order…"

"We have Lily's feathers," said Sarah.

Remus shook his head. "I could portkey away, but I can't apparate back in through the wards. That's a one-way trip. I know: when Lord Greyback lets me out of the camp's wards so I can apparate to the Institute, I'll go to Potter Manor first. I'll just drop this off fast, with a note, then go to the Institute. I won't even take a minute." He jotted down a note and put it by the jar.

"And you could warn them about the attack," said Sarah.

"Well. If they're there."

"You could send one of those silver messenger things—"

"My patronus is distinctive. I can't let it be seen in public giving away Death Eater secrets, or I out myself as a spy."

"There's got to be some way to warn them—"

"Like I warned them about the Hogsmeade attack, and drew Order members to their deaths? They'd have even less time to prepare for this. No."

Remus was clearly done discussing that subject, so Sarah switched to a different one. "If he checks that story about Sirius…"

"I hope he does," said Remus. "It will convince him I'm loyal to Lord Greyback, not to Dumbledore. It's true. The story about Sirius, I mean. In school, Sirius nearly killed a fellow student, as a prank, using me in my wolf form as a murder weapon, and Dumbledore didn't really do anything to punish him. That's probably what finally pushed Snape over the edge and made him join the Death Eaters, that the so-called leader of the Light valued his life so little. Snape had to ally himself with the Death Eaters in self-defense against our gang of Gryffindors."

"What? But why—"

"I pleaded with Dumbledore to go easy on Sirius. Sirius is my friend. He sometimes doesn't think things through, but that's just the way he is. And of course, reporting an attempted murder to the Aurors would have drawn attention to the murder weapon. There's no way that could have ended well for me. And Snape's always been a git." Remus cleared the tea things away. "Black actually drank his tea by the end of that planning session," he marveled as he picked up Black's empty cup. "He seemed so scared at first."

"Did he think you'd poisoned his?"

"I think he was more concerned about general hygiene."

"Here's your chance to spy on the Death Eaters," said Sarah. "Will you take it?"

Remus took a deep breath. "It's hard enough pretending I'm loyal to Lord Greyback. At least there's some justification for that story. I can't think of a believable reason I'd be loyal to the Dark Lord. I'm a halfblood halfbreed. If I go in there without an airtight cover story, I'm dead, slowly. If Lord Greyback discovers what I've been doing here, the pack will just rip my body to shreds, but if the Death Eaters made an equivalent discovery, they would rip my mind apart first. I have some skill in occlumency, but I wouldn't want to rely on it to keep the Order's secrets if the Death Eaters were really determined to extract them."

"Oh."

Remus checked his cheap digital watch. "That planning session took so long, it's nearly lunchtime, and I haven't even been outside yet today. Fancy a walk? I could use some fresh air. And I want to visit the children, and try to comfort the injured and mourning."

"I don't think I'd be a help with that."

"Probably not, but I thought I'd offer. It feels so awful being trapped in here."

"I'll be fine."

"Well, I won't be back for lunch. Will you be all right here? The kitchen is still pretty well-stocked, and there's the library of course."

"Don't worry about me, Remus. You have more than enough to worry about. Go on. I'm sure the kids want to see you."

After he left, Sarah found a muggle book on calisthenics and tried to burn off some of her energy. A quick shower, a cold lunch, some reading, and Remus was back.

"Welcome back," she said. "How is everyone?"

He shrugged. "The children are mourning Rex of course. They're determined to avenge him. I told them they're too young. They need to bide their time."

"I guess that's the best you could do. Are you hungry?"

"No, everyone offered me food when I was out."

"Oh… good."

"Not Caradoc," he said quickly. "They took my warning to heart. No, actually the werewolves in this pack tend to prefer vegetarian food right after the full moon, because we eat so much meat during— I'll stop talking now." He looked at his nest of blankets on the floor. Sarah hoped she'd put it back together right. "I'm still short of sleep from the full moon, and I might be awake all of tonight. I should probably nap this afternoon before we attack."

"I'll try to be quiet," she said. "Well, I guess I'm not quiet to you. I know! If you don't want to block sounds in general from getting to your bed, you could do one of your silence spells just around me—"

"No," he said. "A human breathing, turning pages… I sleep better with those sorts of sounds than with silence. I know it's creepy, I'm sorry. I don't have to take advantage of the sound of your breathing like that, I could put up the silence spell if you like—"

"That's ridiculous, Remus. Get some sleep. You need it."

"Thanks." He changed into his grey pajamas in the tent's little bathroom and collapsed into his nest of blankets on the floor. He took a few deep breaths, and was out.

Sarah watched him sleep, illuminated by the daylight filtered softly through the walls of the tent. His messy, sand-colored hair, his steady breathing, his scars that crisscrossed every visible bit of skin, his muscles like a... superhero? Yes. Not supervillain.

His library actually included a muggle book on how to give kids haircuts. It had been published in 1963, but the classic styles weren't too bad. She studied it. Then she got some of the blank paper he'd transfigured from leaves, and the pen he'd transfigured from a stick. She wrote across the top of a paper: How to Style Your Hair Like a Reasonably Civilized Human. She underlined it for good measure. She'd help Remus as she could. Teaching these wild werewolf pups to better impersonate humans would seem to help them with their goal of infiltrating and attacking humans, but would actually help Remus with his goal of getting them to appreciate human culture, so they'd be less inclined to attack them. If Remus was right.

He was probably right. He was smart, after all. Or maybe he was just optimistic. He was right that werewolves weren't automatically vicious beasts. Look at him. Courteous to a fault. Trusted by his friends. Trusted by Dumbledore to do this very difficult job. Dumbledore was lucky he had such a talented liar working for him.

Something about "talented liar" and "trusted" seemed dissonant. Lily had said they knew there was a spy in the Order, someone secretly working for the Death Eaters just as Remus was secretly working for the Order.

Black had tried to recruit Remus, so obviously Remus wasn't working for the Death Eaters already… but Black was apparently out of favor with his boss at the moment, and wouldn't be told the identity of every spy. Black had said that of course they didn't mark their spies, whatever that meant.

No. Remus had warned the Order about the attack. He'd done exactly what a spy for the Order would do.

He'd led the Order into a trap, and even got the Order to rescue him.

He'd been as kind to her as possible, despite how Greyback had planned for Remus to use his gift. Well, as kind as possible without letting her go. He'd certainly never hit her or anything like that, like one would expect a captor to do to a captive.

Remus had told Greyback that he preferred to break her will through psychological methods.

Sarah watched Remus silently sleeping, as the sun sank lower in the sky, and the light filtered through the tent warmed to gold. Asleep, his scarred face as relaxed as it got, he looked younger than he did awake. He still looked older than twenty. Would he have lied about that? He looked older than his school friends.

Sarah made up her mind. Remus was lying to Greyback, not to her. The alternative was too disturbing to contemplate, so she wouldn't. She was not trapped by fiendishly deceptive liar. She was trapped with a brilliantly heroic spy. She took a deep breath, feeling the relief of faith fill her. She watched as, silently, Remus took a matching deep breath in his sleep.

She worked on her lesson plan. She'd ask Remus to transfigure some scissors and combs.

Remus awoke in a few hours. Sarah watched his eyes open, meeting hers.

She smiled. "Good afternoon. How did you sleep?"

"Like the dead. Thank you." He changed back into his clothes in the bathroom, and cooked and served dinner. They ate in silence for a while. He studied the diagram of the Institute, although he must have had it committed to memory. He'd drawn it, after all.

"Good luck tonight," said Sarah.

His gaze flicked to her, then back to the diagram. "Thank you, but I don't even know what good luck would mean in this case. If I could arrange for Whitefang to accidentally die in the raid, that would certainly be best in the short term at least, but my failure to rescue him would not impress Greyback. Is that a good exchange of chess pieces? Greyback loses a powerful wizard, but Dumbledore's spy becomes less useful."

"You would just… kill someone?" This was a war of course. She shouldn't be surprised.

"This isn't an ethical dilemma like killing a human. He's just a werewolf. Killing a werewolf isn't even illegal. Well, I suppose destroying Institute property counts as vandalism. The question is whether it's the right tactic. I wish I could ask Dumbledore, but the wards around this camp block all information. Lily's brilliant at charms. Brightest witch of our age. Her portkeys can evade all but the toughest wards, and Whitefang installed a fairly ordinary anti-portkey ward. He did a pretty good job blocking information, though."

"If Greyback realizes you sabotaged the mission…"

"Oh, I'd make it look like an accident of course, and preferably the fault of the Death Eaters on the team, to drive a wedge between Lord Greyback and the Dark Lord, but my planning of and participation in an unsuccessful rescue wouldn't endear me to Lord Greyback. If my dear leader decides to punish my incompetence by taking his gift back, you could escape via portkey, but then of course the question is how you escaped."

"No. Don't even think about it, Remus. You have to go through with the rescue. You have to bring Whitefang back alive."

Remus sighed. "And return a powerful wizard to Lord Greyback's service. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing more harm than good here. Dumbledore must have known what he was doing by giving me this assignment of course, but sometimes it's hard to see the greater good."

"You're doing good on a small scale here too you know," said Sarah. "No one else could teach the children here like you do. You're their only hope of ever living in human society. And look, I'll help for real this time. No pranks." She showed him her lesson plan.

Remus's smile transformed his face. "Thank you, Sarah. This means so much to me. It will mean so much to the children."

"I'm glad I can help you with your mission, at least a little."

Remus laughed. "My classes weren't Dumbledore's idea, though, just mine. It's an exercise in futility of course. It's not like human society wants them anyway." He looked at his watch. "I'd better go meet Black and company. Make sure you have Lily's portkey on you at all times in case I don't return. That would be the best case scenario for you of course."

"Don't say that, Remus. I want you to come back alive."

"You're too kind. Well, if I don't see you again, best of luck with your future endeavors. And know that I'm truly sorry about—"

"Stop apologizing already. Remus."

He smiled. "Cowardly to be stalling, of course. Goodbye."

"Good luck," she said as he left. She stared at the closed door for a while, feeling that she hadn't given him an adequate goodbye. Not like Lily had given James, or like Sirius had demanded, then refused. She was glad there was no one in the tent to see her blush.

—-

When Sarah woke up, Remus was asleep in his nest on the floor, still in his clothes, now blood-smeared. She hadn't heard him come in. She crept through her morning routine as quietly as she could, ate her breakfast while trying to read, but really watching Remus sleep. He was definitely breathing, and did not seem to be actively bleeding. Whose blood was that, anyway?

She read more about cutting fringe. One of the times she looked at Remus, she saw his brown eyes looking back.

She put the book down. "Good morning. Er, I mean…"

He looked at his watch, and sat up. "It's still morning, just barely." He looked at the blood smeared along his sleeve. "I'm sorry, I'm a mess. I'm going to take over the bathroom for a bit if that's all right with you."

"Sure." She tried to give him a hand up, but he recoiled from her.

"Don't touch me, I'm filthy."

Sarah withdrew her hand.

Remus looked much better when he left the bathroom later. He'd even got all the blood out of his clothes. He next got to work cleaning his bedding with some scourgify spells.

Sarah tried to think of something to say besides "How did it go?" as she assumed that a person smeared with blood wouldn't necessarily want to talk about how it had got there. She tried "Can I get you some lunch?" instead.

He looked at her as if she'd just invited him to dance a polka.

"Or breakfast, I guess it is for you. Brunch, rather."

"I should eat something," he agreed. "But not with this smell in the tent. I can still smell the Institute, misery and disinfectant, plus human blood. I tracked it in here; I've got to clean it out." Eventually, he cleaned up to his satisfaction and went to the little kitchen area. "Can I get you anything?"

"No thanks, I'm fine. I ate earlier."

He made a bowl of porridge, brought it to the rickety little table, and sat looking at it.

"I'm glad you made it back alive," Sarah said.

"No need for you to use Lily's portkey," Remus said as if agreeing with her. "Lord Greyback is very pleased with my performance." He took the Marmite jar out of his pocket and looked at it dejectedly. "Greyback joined us. He was with me the whole time. Wanted to make sure I was safe, he said. I'm too valuable a pack member to risk. I had no chance to get this where it needed to go."

"Oh no!"

"That was Black's reaction to having the extra help on the mission too, although he tried to hide it. It's hard to discreetly sneak into a place when one of your party is growling and leaving a trail of human blood behind him. Our plan was to just stun the guards, not rip their throats out. It's believable that they'd fall asleep on the job, but…"

"Yikes," didn't seem adequate.

"I'm surprised anything could turn Black's stomach," Remus continued. "He is a Death Eater after all. But he looked quite green. Anyway, we found Whitefang and were about to escape, but Whitefang refused to leave without all the rest of the werewolves in the Institute. The pups in particular, he said he'd heard them howling. He convinced Lord Greyback, who convinced Black, who ordered the rest of the Death Eaters to go along with the change in plan. It took a while to find and free everyone. Some of them were in bad shape. Lord Greyback insisted we rescue the healthiest ones first, as they had the best chance of surviving. We side-along apparated them back here. It took a lot of trips. I…" He gulped. "I had an opportunity to pop away to Potter Manor, he might not have noticed the delay between me leaving the camp and reappearing at the Institute, but there was such a rush to get everyone out. I thought I'd fit it in at the end, but then the Werewolf Capture Unit arrived. I tried to unlock the last child from her cage, but Greyback grabbed me and apparated me out of there himself. Said it was too late, but at least we got most of the relatively healthy ones. Healing them and integrating them into the pack will be a big project."

"You'll be a big help with that," said Sarah.

Remus nodded. "I'll help the children as much as I can. And I should write Black a thank-you note. That's the sort of courtesy his family would expect, not from me of course, but in general. I probably won't be able to get to a post office for a while though. And I don't really have suitable stationery. Some transfigured parchment will have to suffice." He finally brought a spoonful of porridge to his lips, but set it back in the bowl. He reheated his porridge with a thermos charm and tried again. This time he managed to eat it.

"You did well," tried Sarah.

"My father introduced me to those guards, those researchers," he said. He'd stopped eating.

"You kept your cover. I'm sure Dumbledore will be pleased."

Remus nodded. "It was for the greater good, he'd say." He managed to choke down the rest of his breakfast, cleaned his dishes and hers, and put them away. "I need to go see the children we rescued. I'm sorry, it's best that you don't come along."

"Whitefang might be able to read my mind," she said. "And I now know for a fact that you're not what you seem."

Remus nodded. "Which doesn't mean he necessarily will. He'll be busy recovering from his captivity of course, and then Lord Greyback will put him to work integrating the new pack members. I know! I'll ask Whitefang if he can read the new pack members' minds. It might be useful for healing whatever trauma they have. Then I'll know if he's a legilimens, and we can act accordingly."

"So I can be out and about as usual around him if he can't read my mind."

"Well. Not around the new children. They're terrified of humans. They even bit the Death Eaters who tried to pull them out of their cages."

"Oh. I guess I can see that. I'll be fine here today, don't worry about me."

"I'd hate for you to be stuck in this tent as long as I'm assigned here."

"I'm sure they'll come around. I mean, the young werewolves who've met me already seem fine with me. They'll teach the new ones that I'm trustworthy."

"The young werewolves you've met already didn't experience the Institute. The young werewolves from the Institute were mostly brought there by their parents, who got their cooperation by saying they were taking them on a field trip, or to a medical specialist who could cure them, or some such lie. It would take a lot to get them to trust a human ever again."

"When your father took you there…" wondered Sarah.

"Yes?"

"Did he tell you he was taking you on a field trip?"

"I've got to go see how the kids are doing," Remus said. "I'll be back, well, some time later. Don't wait up for me for dinner." And he was gone.

—-

Sarah had thought up a non-war-related conversational subject by the time Remus returned, after dinner. He looked tired and grabbed his pajamas to change after a brief exchange of greetings, but she intercepted him. "Would you like your bed back?" She pointed to the camp bed she'd been using to make her meaning clear.

He blinked at her.

"Your original bed," she continued. "I know you gave it to me, but now that I know that the floor is actually just as comfortable, there's no reason for me to keep you from your own bed. We could switch. It would make more sense if anyone notices."

"That would make more sense I suppose," he said. "But…" She saw him trying to think of objections. "I'm used to the floor now. It's fine."

"It would be just as fine for you to have the real bed, and me to have the floor. They're both comfortable, thanks to magic I'm sure. And it would make more sense from a, you know, captor and captive point of view, for you to have the nicer-looking bed."

"Yes, but…" He looked so uncomfortable, she felt bad about bringing this up.

"We don't have to talk about it now if you're tired," she said, for he obviously was.

"Thank you." He escaped into the bathroom, emerged shortly afterwards in his faded grey pajamas, and curled up in his nest.

Sarah changed into Remus's old t-shirt, which served as her nightgown. She lay on the narrow bed. In the moonlight that filtered through the walls of the tent, she could actually see pretty well.

She could see just fine as Remus sat up from his nest of blankets, just far enough to be clear of his silencing spell, and spoke quietly. "You're human, Sarah," he said. "You deserve what little bit of civilization there is here. I'm an animal. I belong on the floor. Please don't raise this subject again." He dropped back into his zone of silence.

"I don't think animals say 'please,'" Sarah said into the silence. She heard no reply for a while.

Then: "Parrots," Remus said after he'd got up again, "can be trained to say 'please' and 'thank you' and 'Cogito, ergo sum' and everything. That doesn't mean they're people. They don't mean what they say. Neither do I, quite often."

"Parrots," said Sarah, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice, "do not come up with logical yet ridiculous arguments in an attempt to prove that they're not people. Unless they're just parroting what they've heard…"

"Please let me sleep, Sarah. I'm very tired."

She couldn't argue with that. "Goodnight, Remus."

"Goodnight, Sarah."