Night.
"Would you like a cup of black tea, Remus?" Dumbledore looked gently at the man before him, who seemed somewhat ill at ease.
"Anything is fine, Professor."
"Black tea it is, then." Dumbledore snapped his fingers lightly. A teapot, two empty cups, and a pile of sugar cubes immediately appeared on the small round table between them.
"You still like putting sugar in your black tea." Lupin took the cup that had filled itself, sipped it, and smiled.
Dumbledore lowered his head and took a sip, his brow relaxing. At those words, he smiled and nodded.
"As we grow old, we always enjoy tasting things that make life a little more pleasant."
"How does it feel to be back at the Castle?"
"It couldn't be better." Lupin nodded slightly, stood, and gave a small bow, gratitude in his voice. "This place is full of memories. I've dreamed of coming back here. Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity."
"There's no need for that, Remus." Dumbledore waved a hand. "Is there anything worth noting?"
"Black, he..." Lupin hesitated.
"He'll come here." Dumbledore nodded, his gaze grave. "A Muggle in a nearby village saw him."
"You were once the best of friends. I hope..."
"I won't show him any mercy if I run into him." A flicker of pain passed through Lupin's clouded eyes. "James and Lily trusted him so much..."
Dumbledore sighed softly. "No, Remus. I hope you can help me keep an eye on Harry. You should know about that prophecy. Voldemort chose him, and his followers also believe it was him."
"There's been quite a commotion at Azkaban lately because of Black's escape. It's been tying up a great deal of the Ministry of Magic's attention. You should know what that means..."
Lupin lowered his head