"Your posters move! Remus, your posters are moving!" Ricky shrieked, grabbing onto Remus’ sleeve to grab his attention. He had two posters; one was a Chudley Cannons poster from when his baba was the team seeker, and one was the Hollyhead Harpies, when his mum was chaser. The players shove and poke at each other in an endless loop, stumbling and laughing. The posters were years old, but Remus liked them.