Remus paused in the door of James' room in the hospital wing. It was the same room he'd occupied monthly after moons and for a moment he imagined the four of them crowded on the bed, with Sirius tucked at his side and James and Peter at his feet. They'd flip through Quidditch magazines and trade chocolate frogs until he'd fallen asleep or Madam Pomfrey came to kick his friends out.
"Feeling better?" he asked James, stepping into the room and sitting at the foot of the bed. "You certainly look a bit better. It'll improve more when we get you a shave."
He gestured to James' beard.
"Pomphrey has some razors stashed in the supply closet. When you're up for a shower, I'll get you one."