*Xeno's seated in a shadowy corner of the room, not far from Remus but far from the center of things. He's in now, in with the Order, but not that far in. He hasn't lost people the way the others in this room have, hasn't sacrificed a lick of what they have. He's very aware of that, aware of how important it is for him to keep his mouth shut and let them mourn--and that's tamped down even his considerable natural curiosity, the part of him that wants to find out everything, fill in the pieces.

That was enough on its own, but now someone's passed along the creased photographs of the McKinnons, and Xeno bows his head over them, not even really cognizant of what he's murmuring.*

The sky has lost a star.