Remus hadn't been there for the dismissal, obviously. He couldn't show his face in public these days without taking precautions. He had spoken to Minerva, and the rest of the Order, and helped try to piece together a head count of Death Eaters inside the school, and what exactly might be going on there. Given what Severus had done for Harry, Remus was hopeful that the worst of it might be negated, at least in part. But Snape wouldn't be able to keep a constant watch - and wasn't terribly trustworthy anyway - and the names of those inside the school were. . . less than reassuring.
He'd been at Shell, for a short while, and then at the Burrow, talking to Molly and Arthur before he finally returned to the flat he now shared with Tonks.
It was, admittedly, nicer than anywhere Remus had stayed recently. And while things were awkward with Tonks and great deal of the time, Remus was glad to be there to keep an eye on her, and just for the company. His had been a lonely life, since they split - his own fault or no. But he still felt strange, staying there with no real way to pay her back for it. Money came in now and then, in the past, but he couldn't really go out and work at all, now, and his savings were meager. Tonks didn't mind, he knew, but Remus had always been touchy about money.
There was nothing to be done for it now, though, so Remus didn't bring it up. He attended the meeting with the others, and while they hadn't been able to make much headway, knowing the twins' had a tunnel exit from the school was, at least, a small comfort. They could get the students out if they worked quickly, and if need be, get into the school without detection.
When the meeting broke up, he looked over at Tonks, lifting an eyebrow. "I had been planning on it. Why - did you need something?"