By quarter past two they had made their way out of the house and into the graveyard. Sirius had packed food, a couple of sandwiches and a pack of biscuits to share, tea in a flask to wash it down. They set up beside James and Lily, Remus put flowers in the vase infront of the grave, a twang of guilt that he hadn’t done it more regularly hitting him in the back of the head. 