"It burned. My scar burned." He sounds a bit off as if trying to figure out why it would have suddenly hurt. Standing up slowly, he makes his way into the bathroom and looks at his forehead in the mirror. It's not red. There is no sign that anything is wrong with it. But he catches his eyes in the mirror and for a moment they don't look their usual emerald green; they're darker somehow.

It's a trick of the light, he tells himself. It's just a trick of the light. Sure enough when he looks in the mirror again it's the same green eyes looking back at him as always. His mother's eyes.

When he walks back into the room, he sits on the couch and reaches for the blanket on the back of it, tossing it over him. He's not really cold, but he feels off.

"It burned." I hear laughing, he thinks, but he can't admit that. Remus will think he's gone stark raving mad. "Maybe I'm just tired. It was a long day yesterday, yeah? Maybe I just need to take it easy today."