There was music strumming through the halls of Grimmauld Place, and for just one second, Remus thought maybe he had exited the wrong Floo. For as long as he could remember, any and all loud noises only spurred the wrath of Walburga Black’s portrait, and the inhabitants tried to remain as quiet as possible to not disturb the cranky old bat. He glanced over to the corner that held the portrait and there she was, gaping as per usual, except this time, utterly silent. Remus huffed a laugh and cleared the soot off his robes before he followed the sound that happily intertwined with Hermione's bond.