Remus scanned the Daily Prophet for any news as he sat at the Gryffindor Table. He was looking out for a specific name, and couldn't even begin to explain to himself why he was expecting to see her name there on the section of Death Eaters who were wanted by the ministry. Remus set down the paper and ran a hand through his hair, bringing himself back from his thoughts, to where he sat, a plate of food in front of him in the Great hall. Remus looked around, none of his Friends were there for Lunch. Busy, Probably. He shrugged and picked up his glass of water and drank from it.