The description of Wolf's world peaked Remus' interest. "So, does everyone where you come from know about magic?" Remus paused for a second, focusing on keeping his balance and thinking about what the world would be like if magic wasn't kept as a secret from muggles.

"There's some dark stuff brewing back where I come from as well. There's a dark wizard of sorts gathering a bunch of people together. I try not to think about it while I'm at school, but sometimes you just can't ignore the papers." Remus couldn't hide the shudder that ran down his spine. He and his friends had all read the headlines about wizards disappearing or being found dead. Whoever this Voldemort guy was, he wasn't good. Remus could only hope that he wouldn't end up here.

By now, Remus and Wolf were back inside the city. A wave of nausea and dizziness caught Remus off guard, and he swayed a bit, catching himself on a lightpost. He closed his eyes, trying to force the bad feelings away, at least, until he got to Wolf's place where he could lay down and go to sleep.