The conversation swirled on without him from that point on. He sat and looked into the flames, mesmerised by the colours. At one point, James disappeared to find more firewood. When he tossed them on, it sent up a fountain of ember flecks into the air. Remus wanted to catch them in his hands so that he could gaze at them forever. He wanted to merge himself with the fire so that he never had to feel cold again. 