Remus gives her a grin and shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid I've never had much of a head for poetry. I mean it quite literally."

There's a gleam in his eye that seems to be ever-present when he thinks about Hogwarts. The place that gave him a second chance at a normal life.

"The art, every single painting, was enchanted. You could hold a conversation with a portrait of someone who'd been dead a couple hundred years, if you caught him or her in the right mood."