Sirius nodded, just slightly, still watching the map. He read through the words along the top again and smiled, just slightly. "I remember being your age, so full of ideals and promises and ready to fight," he said softly. He missed those days. He missed being hopeful. He missed thinking that they could win. "When you're fighting a war, Susan, many more people die than come back."
His gaze lingered on the map for another moment before he picked up his wand and tapped it. "Mischief managed," he said, sadly, and the map cleared.