"You've been...er, gone, for about four-ish years now. Well, I guess that's in our time, anyway. And... as for the ear," He never really did tire of the joke, "Just call me 'His Holeyness, Saint George'. It got hexed off just over a year or so ago. Can't do anything about it, except make fun of it." Though he said this, he shifted his head in such a way that his violently red hair covered the hole in his head.

"I think he's taken the past year catching up on sleep, or something. He's trying to take it easy... he's got company in Kreacher, at the very least. I've heard talk about him working as an Auror, but I'm not sure if he's going after it or not."