As though it wasn’t bad enough that his memories were fragmented and most always just out of reach. The damn Dementors had made sure that anything he would have wanted to retain was long gone. No, not only had Azkaban messed with his mind, destroyed the ravishing looks the Black bloodline had gifted him, but it had to go and screw with his magic too.
He rubbed at the fuzz left on his face by the poorly executed depilation spell. There was only one thing for it. He picked up the cheap plastic razor Remus favoured. Muggle way it was.