"Blimey, I shall have to buy you a subscription to Evil Magazine," he said, grinning.
"I guess it makes sense. It's really getting confusing to keep track what happened, what might have happened and what will never happen." He shrugged. "I don't know if it would have made a difference, or if it would have been better. They might not have died so soon, we might have been estranged for years, decades. I'm tired of worrying about what might have been."
He smiled. "Good, that's much better, although I plan to teach those Gryffindors some Manners. I'm preparing a whole speech."
He smirked in Remus' direction. "And finally, you admit the truth, in a very roundabout way. You just hang out with my brother because he makes no sense and you can go on brooding. I knew there had to be a reason." He sat up and wiped his hands together. "You'll have fun here. You should join us."