"No thank you. I think I prefer it out here – it is a nice night, isn’t it?" Many people underestimated Remus, as they well should. But he took pride in the fact that he knew his friends quite well (this went both ways, of course) and he couldn’t let James go before they discussed what was bothering him. So he settled in cross-legged on the grass, hands clasped politely in his lap, waiting patiently.