"Can I come in Harry?" at his nod, Moony came to sit on his bed next to him - he peered about his room curiously, eyes lingering on the cat flap at the bottom of Harry’s door, but choosing not to ask, "Well I think I’ve managed to finally calm your aunt and uncle down," he smiled tightly, "with the assistance of your cousin I might add," Harry said nothing, "May I?" he gestured to the blood on Harry’s front.