The hours passed slowly, that itching feeling returning as he waited for the moment that they’d return to Grimmauld and meet Bill, and any minute Poppy would give Sirius the all-clear to start walking. His own wrist was thankfully just badly sprained and already healed, and Draco was securely at his side, unfortunately with a new scar, but he didn’t seem as bothered as Remus had expected him to be. Perspective, it seemed, was a funny thing.