How naive did Remus think she was with his oh-so-casual Mind if I bring a friend home for the holidays, Mum? when his letters were full of the clever things Sirius Black had said, and the impressive things Sirius Black had done, and the grand plans Remus had for the two them over the summer?

Then again, what could one do with fifteen-year-olds but make up the guest room for their "friends," embarrass them with stories from holidays past, and remind them how much you trusted them to make good decisions?

Of course, dear. You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to meeting him.