Remus didn't give much thought to the offer, save for fleeting memories of simpler days; he wasn't the vacationing sort, really. He'd enjoyed travelling the world, but he was always focused on his goal, whether he was chasing information or people. Simple rest would be downright selfish, in times like this.

Even on the Plane, when he knew time didn't pass...spending any not dedicated to stopping Voldemort seemed wrong.

His visit was short.

He expected to arrive back in his study, warm and dim and comfortably cramped; instead, he stumbles as the chill wind hits him, blinking against the sunlight. The scenery around him is achingly familiar, and there, that house...

"Oh, Merlin," he murmured, before striding towards it. With some effort, he shed all of his stealth, letting his feet pound against the grass.