Ricky’s flat was deep in the city, in a little nowhere neighbourhood with cracked pavement and kids playing in the streets. The rubbish bins were stacked by the house and unkempt flowerbeds sat forgotten in the row of connected houses, apartments, maybe. Remus turned back to his mother as he skipped up the steps, checking the address on his letter to confirm it to be correct. Ginny stepped up behind him and rang the doorbell.