Before we entered the house my expression was grim. It was falling apart, and the curb appeal was horrible. I pointed this out to James.

“It’s not like the Muggles care,” he said stiffly, obviously not forgetting that I’d turned him down. “Only wizards can see it.”

“And don’t you know how many wizards live in this community?”

He raised his eyebrows. “No.”

“You of all people should know this,” I said as we approached the front door. “In the mid-1300’s, Bowman Wright, the inventor of the Golden Snitch, lived here!”

“Yeah,” he said sarcastically, pushing the door open. “Because he is just so alive today.”

I glared at him and followed the two inside. Remus jogged to the other side of the house where he sat in front of the warm fire.

“Don’t expect him to always be so nice,” James whispered. “I’m surprised he let you hug him. He knows what’s going on but sometimes he still has his moments to where he’s not so fun to be around.”

“How much longer does he have to be like that?”

“Three more days, and if you know what’s best for you, you won’t talk about it like it’s a problem. Remus has accepted it and that’s that.”

I looked down at the floor. “Where’s my room?”

“Upstairs, first door on the right.”

I ran up there, trying to get away from James, and felt tears in my eyes.