His footsteps grew closer and I heard him step through the threshold. Closing the book and placing it on the table beside the chair, I turned my gaze to him. As usual, he looked scraggly but his clothes were no longer as old or tattered as they once did. No doubt his marriage with Tonks and the fact that he didn’t need to fear for his life nearly as much as before, seemed to have helped him. He looked around the sparse balcony for a moment before his eyes landed on me. "I, uhh."