Severus opened the door of RL Studios quietly and a bell tinkled over his head. Blast!
"Be with you in a minute!" Remus called from the back.
He studied the pictures displayed on the walls as he waited.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Oh, hello Severus I see you received my advert." Remus said motioning to the postcard Severus clutched in his hand. "Did you come to have your Christmas card photo taken?"
"Of course not! I came about this advertisement."
Remus scrunched his forehead. "I don't understand Severus. That was for a special promotion for a Christmas card photo that you just said you didn't want."
Severus rolled his eyes. "I was looking deeper than the surface, Lupin. You are, obviously, interested in men who can fly without assistance of a broom. I am the only man in Britain that I know of with that particular talent. I do not know if I could keep a towel on in flight, but would I need to?"
"I don't understand, Severus. What is this all about?"
Gryffiindor's were so thick sometimes. "I am offering my services. You advertised. I initiated contact and made an offer; now you accept the offer and set up a time and a place."
"And if I don't accept?"
"I obliviate you into tomorrow, naturally."
Remus chuckled softly. "The towel is optional then?"
Severus nodded. "Most assuredly."
Remus' face split with a grin. "Are you free tonight?"