I suppose there are odder things. Perhaps.
Right, so I happened to be dropping something off in Remus's office this evening at work before coming home to a somewhat cranky wife, a sulking house elf and two screaming infants who couldn't stop their noses from changing every five seconds, and really, would someone care to explain to me exactly why Remus Lupin has on his bookshelf a photograph of my very young father actually smiling?