"A treaty, yes." Lupin verified with a nod. A tall, pink-haired woman stepped up in Black's usual place at his side and his lips twitched upwards as she crossed her arms over her chest. Hermione instantly knew that she would prove to be a weak link of his for later uses should they be necessary. "I am not so disillusioned," Lupin went on calmly. "To think that our people are capable of any more than that. Certainly, we will never be able to get along – only to coexist peacefully."