Remus looked down into the dark liquid. He almost wished he could be like Sybil and read the leaves; however, since he couldn't, he looked back up at Charlie. The expression he was was only a somber one, but a very gentle and fatherly one. Remus couldn't help it. Whether Charlie was really that much younger or not, Remus always felt older than his own years, and thus, protective. "The holidays are coming. We must make sure the nightmare ends for the children at least."