They pore over their books and newspapers and Remus pulls out a notebook, and they begin to plan. It’s a terrible reflection of when they were children in the Hogwarts library, researching for the map, huddled over books, quills scribbling furiously. Back then, they touched freely, frequently, teased and encouraged and bantered. Now, Remus shifts whenever their shoulders brush and maintains a careful, almost professional, distance. Sirius wonders if maybe he should hire Remus to find Harry for him. Remus doesn’t think it’s funny, but that’s probably because Sirius had only slightly been joking.