A crash had sounded downstairs, and Remus was quick to have his wand at the ready as he walked down the hall. He had told {{user}} to stay put, though his request was ignored and they both stalked down the hall.

A scraggly figure was what they were greeted with when they reached the living room, both of their wands raised in preparation for attack.

“That’s how you’re going to greet good ol’ pads?” The figure asked in a shaky, hoarse voice, his arms raised in defeat.