He nodded. "Mid eighties. She sent me a letter, telling me what she was doing and why she was doing it. By the time I had made it to her house to say goodbye, fuck I could have even helped her do it, you know, safely. But she had already cast the spell." Remus took a shaky breath. "She opened the door and didn’t recognise me. Gave me a funny look and told me she doesn’t buy things at the door, shut it in my face."