Alex looked up as a shadow fell over him, and managed a faint nearly-smile. "Trying," he said, then tossed aside the remains of the toast he'd been shredding and brushed off the crumbs. "But you can, if you want. It's just so loud inside. So many..." He shrugged, leaving the last word unspoken.
Weasleys.
He moved his bag to the other side to make room if Remus wanted to sit, and pushed his hair off his forehead. "I guess you heard." He was sure his Professor had, actually, he was in the Order and among the people here making the decisions.