"Not yet," Remus said, "I don't know why I'm putting it off..." Remus sighed and shook his head. "I'm concerned. I don't know why, but I expected him to be a bit more solemn about it all, at least pretend he wasn't excited to flirt with death." He shook his head again, massaging his left hand with his right absently. He did that often when he was fretting about something and didn't have something else to keep his hands busy. Over the years as arthritis has started to gnaw at his hands the gesture had some function as well.