Remus exited the Floo to an abnormally quiet Grimmauld Place. He had spoken to Harry at lunch and knew that he’d be out for the evening on duty with Tonks, his bonds told him that Draco and Hermione were at least somewhere in the townhome, but there was no sign of Sirius. He toed off his shoes and shrugged off his outer robes to reveal the casual muggle clothing underneath. How witches and wizards went without trousers under their robes had always eluded him. He stopped to check the kitchen first, it was around dinner time and Hermione had taken it upon herself to teach Draco the basics of cooking since he had relied on house elves his entire life, but the kitchen was void of activity.