Remus took the cheese from the refrigerator and sliced a few pieces, arranging them with some of his favourite crackers around the plate and carried it in and sat, watching Sirius push James's legs aside. "We can't go to the pub until at least this hand is finished." he mumbled around a piece of cheese. "Besides, must we really go out again?" he asked as he took his cards into his hand and looked over them. "You always get bored when I'm about to win." he rolled his eyes and set his cards down flat again on the table, taking a long drink of his beer.
Sirius had said even Voldemort... was he thinking about the undeads? How no one knew if Voldemort himself was exempt from being able to come back as they all had? What exactly did it take for someone to return from the dead? He sighed and shook his head. "If someone doesn't make a bet soon, I might be forced to pick up my book..."