Remus had to stay on the couch in his flat all day Sunday. Marlene had insisted. He wasn’t sure he could have worked even if she hadn’t. The knee flare-ups weren’t often horrible anymore—ever since he learned the precautions to take to avoid them and started Hydrocortisone injections a couple of times a year. They still happened, of course, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been right after the accident. The one he had now was mild, but he knew if he didn’t take care of it that it could become much worse. He had iced his knee earlier in the day and planned to take a hot bath later, hoping that one or the other, along with rest, might help with the inflammation. At least there weren’t any muscle spasms this time.