[ The sense of wonder's strong enough to be distracting, all of it associated with details Remus wouldn't have expected. It isn't just the magic that's got his focus; it's the paper, the blueprints. ]

Not this map, unfortunately. It might be possible to create a new one that could be of use. Or to enchant some other object, failing that.

[ The logic of magic in peacetime is very different from magic in wartime. He's no stranger to the latter, and he'd created more than enough tactical charms and hexes in the Order — and again, of late. Remus reaches out to take the map, his own movements unhurried, eyes still searching Bellamy's face curiously. ]

What sorts of places have you gone, if it's alright to ask?