"It definitely was," Scorpius said in agreement. He had missed this, being on patrols. Not that he was on one now. He had just stumbled into one. But he had done it before. When there were more people living around him. "I'm.. fine, I guess," he said with a shrug. "Sometimes pondering that Scourge incident. But things are okay for the moment until something else gets thrown at all of us."
He added, noting that all the vampires were dead, "I'm the only one living at the Weir now. It's just me and Lavender here from our dimension, though.. technically.. we're a generation apart. Not sure when other might return. Though I do wonder if other magic users might like to be there too." He shrugged. "But how are you? Doing good? Aside from kicking some undead ass, that is."