"Let me tell you tell you a tale," spoke Professor Lupin, sitting in his chair drinking a cup of butterbeer, staring off into space. "Once when I was younger, 18, to be exact, I met a young girl. She looked to be a seven-year-old and she had light, champagne pink hair. She just sat on my porch, sleeping away. I took her in my house, and cleaned her up. I searched for days to see if anyone was her parents. She was just a young child, so I raised her, I mean, as much as I could in the time I had her."