Remus sat huddled round the warm coffee, the only thing he could afford. The other patrons of the magical coffee-house were just as miserable as him, the war still raged on around them on both sides of the English channel, but at least they weren't alone.

An owl flew in through the window and a brief light came into his eyes, maybe there was something from his friends. He drank in the words as the letters fell to the table; nothing from them, only Dumbledore and the Ministry. Sighing, Remus finished his coffee and headed back out into the German village, the Black Forest growing close around.