"Perhaps he's taking a much deserved rest, Minerva. If anyone has earned it, Dumbledore has," he said as he walked further into the study, never taking his eyes off the curious portrait of the slumbering professor. Ever since the incident at Hogwarts when he was a professor here himself, Remus had always been a bit nervous on the grounds, as if he was waiting for them to take him away because his presence endangered people, but he took a seat at the front of the desk, his hands resting on his knees. "You wanted to see me, Minerva?"
He had to admit he was anxious to hear what she had to say. He knew she had to be under a lot of stress since Dumbledore's death and the new decrees and such of the Ministry. Everything had changed overnight, and nothing seemed for the better.