[Riiiiiiight. He'll believe that when he believes in Father Christmas and cute little elves that make shoes. If this is awkward, be glad that Lupin didn't see fit to mimic the man's voice.]

A valiant goal, no doubt. ...You want a tip? You never, ever tell someone that there's nothing to worry about. People will do the opposite, and your objective is shot.

Also? Talk on the journals is that no one remembers this passed weekend. Count yourself lucky, if you want.