Bill,
I've got two messages for you from the great beyond-- the hospital wing, in other words.
Remus asked me to tell you he's well enough, and can start in on that stack of essays on the desk if you'll send them up. Poppy wanted me to tell you on no account should you do anything of the sort as he's to focus on mending, and if she sees something so much as resembling parchment near his bedside she will incinerate it on the spot.
Two paths, my friend. At one end sits a pile of flaming parchment, at the other lies a good few hours of your life spent plodding through shoddy essays on the unforgivableity of the Unforgivable Curses.
The choice is yours.
How are you, by the way?
Extinguishing Charm at the ready,
Charlie