He doesn't know where he is. He is staring up at a stained ceiling.

He struggles to raise himself up on his elbows, and sees he is not alone.

Lupin looks up from a book and his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"Morning. Are you up for a light breakfast?"

He nods and sets off pounding in his head.

Weak tea.

Toast.

Pitying looks.

"Professor Dumbledore will be here soon."

He nods and wonders if what's wrong with him can be fixed with a potion or the wave of a wand.

His voice is scratchy. "Where's Sirius?"

Lupin turns away.