Diagon Alley was nothing like he remembered as a child, the war had sucked the place dry of its wonderment. Most of the storefronts had been boarded up, windows were shattered, and graffiti lined the bricks. He glanced towards a wall full of Undesirable posters and his eyes first fell upon his old Defense Professor. He never admitted it aloud, but he had always harbored a sort of fondness for the man, now that he had grown up, he could admit that it was more of a crush, really. He once thought that the scars lining Lupin’s face gave him a roguishly handsome look but now, he just felt empathy. He was naïve then, now he was not.