"Steady and less likely to leave your back open," Remus pointed out with a chuckle. She sounded like her cousin for a moment. Life on the edge, indeed. "Spend too much time on the edge, you realize it's a bit overrated." The jagged edges had become his domain, in some ways. He wasn't sure he knew anything but the shadows any more.
Surprised a bit by the ease with which they fell into a pattern for surveillance, Remus began to adjust his previous assessment. Not quite as much like her cousin as it appeared. Not that that was a bad thing at all. "Depends on how long the castle's been empty, I supposed. The house elves would have scavenged what they needed, I presume. And they probably treated anything left behind the same way they do left behind items at the end of term...pop it into storage somewhere until someone needs something like it."
Her declaration had him pausing entirely and turning to regard her with a raised eyebrow, however. "I'm sure we will be, just like everyone else here. You'll be okay, too," he stated, deciding he wasn't certain if she meant their friendship or the two younger versions of them in general by comparison to what she knew in her time. Words said one thing. Looks said another.
"Has Binns admitted that history happened after the forties, yet?" he asked, a startled laugh bubbling up at the quick non sequitur. "The imprisonment of Grindlewald always seemed to be as far as he was willing to contemplate in my day."