Remus nodded. He'd take care of the wood, then. It was something he could handle without attracting a lot of attention. Being without a job, he could handle the paltry things, such a gathering wood. The bungalow was in a good area, far away from the major wizarding communities, and he didn't think that its new tenants would create too much of a problem. "I'll start something this week," he said. "If we all conclude that it's an appropriate safehouse, that is." He doubted that anyone might disagree.
He had grace enough to blush when she mentioned their rings, and his gaze was drawn to his left ring finger. Dora may have thrown away her ring, but he hadn't discarded his. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He gazed at it for a long moment, remembering the vows they'd made - the tiny ceremony they'd had - and finally, he brought his eyes up to Fleur's.
"It's best we give the neighbors a head's up," he said. "I think this will be a fine safehouse. It's like you said, the more room we have, the better off everyone will be." He certainly didn't want to see them arrested. The horror that Harry had expressed at the news - not to mention Ron's conviction about making sure Hermione knew his family tree- he'd not forget it. It was unfair that children so young had to deal with the Ministry's decision, let alone adults who'd been through the first war.
He led the way back to the door and opened it, gesturing for Fleur to go through. "No, what's that?" He gave her an expectant look, hoping to here more. Do you mean Muggle-borns? Ones with hearings?" He had to admit, he was relieved to hear it, and hoped more would follow in that direction. He was dreadfully worried about Ted Tonks, though he hadn't said that aloud to anyone.