I didn't have an answer.
For the past several years, I would go rusticate with Poppy at this quaint little house her grandmother left her in Shropshire. Well... that's hardly an option this year, is it? I wonder what Severus will think of the place.
Nor can I go touring with Sirius as we had talked about. He had promised to show me some of the places he'd been hiding out since his escape from Azkaban. I had looked forward to riding on the back of a hippogryph. I've never done that before.
Too bad I don't have a place of my own. I'd always intended to buy some small piece of property somewhere. Some place with enough room that I could fly all I wanted without fear of being noticed by Muggles. I had thought Wales might serve, or perhaps Cornwall.
But once I'd become a teacher at Hogwarts, there'd never really been much need for that, so I never got around to doing it. And then there was Poppy.
I wonder if Remus still has that house on Skye. Or that place on the private cay in the Bahamas where we filmed those Tropical Paradise movies.
Perhaps I shall write him and ask if I might impose upon his hospitality...