Today was no exception to this rule, Ricky observed. When he heard Ms. Weasley’s friend’s downstairs, Ricky stayed diligently in the bedroom and found a way to entertain himself. He knew to not interrupt the adults from the years his sister had friends over and banished him somewhere else for a few hours, to have time to have a life away from the little boy she never asked for. When Remus heard other people downstairs, he slithered down the stairs like some kind of snake stalking a prey, watched the adults with a million little thoughts behind his eyes.