Lupin went to follow, but hesitated. Motionless, he cast a stare at a still damp Draco standing half naked in the cell. There was a look of intrigue in his eye, a curiosity about the boy, despite his distaste for young Draco. Lupin’s stare lingered as though he was drawing on all his senses, inspecting every detail, somehow beyond just what his eyes could tell. After what felt like an endless wordless interrogation - but was, in truth, a matter of ten seconds or so - Lupin beckoned Dumbledore to leave with him. To Draco’s surprise Dumbledore silently obliged.