The owl arrives, and something is curiously—unexpectedly—tied to its leg, attached to it.

(...We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...)

—and time, effectively, stops.

He takes it with a grain of salt, and Remus Lupin does not allow himself to be excited, or the least bit relieved. But his mother is the one who shouts, and frets and shouts, and his father frowns, but manages the slightest of smiles.

(But he is excited, and he is happy.)

“It’s not safe for him.” It’s not safe for them.