He pulled out a few coins and slid them across the counter, but as he got up to leave, a familiar scent caught his attention. At the other end of the pub, he caught sight of Ron Weasley clutching a glass of water. The boy looked terrible, dark circles rimmed his eyes, and it looked like he hadn’t slept or showered in days if not longer. It took Remus a second too long for his brain to catch up to its next connection. Where there was a Ron, there should also be a Harry and Hermione. As inconspicuously as possible, he smelled the air around him hoping to catch a hint of their scents but came up short.