"Lupin?" Fred's eyebrows went up. "Lupin with the tweed and the chocolate and the fact that mum sodding loves him? That one?" Fred obviously didn't quite believe it, but he knew George wasn't having him on, too, so he guessed he'd have to.
Bloody weird still, though. Mostly because mum usually judged better that that. Anyone they thought was brilliant wasn't generally such good friends with her.
"Don't know," He finally answered. "Went in through the grate, it was all sodding dusty, but there were footsteps and all, so we followed them. Looked just like an ancient little old lady, eyes all sunken in and stinking up the place, but I figured she was just so old no one cared about her anymore, or something. Until she went for Roger's bloody throat..."
Had he seen a Healer? He didn't remember everything about the night before, but he remembered at least enough to nod. "Hestia came. Bound up my arm. Same shit that happened to dad, you know. What do you mean you don't know! I beg ten galleons on you!"