Remus slunk into the Hog's Head with his cloak's hood pulled over his head. He wasn't sure how his presence would be received, especially considering his last visit, but he'd more news to pass on, and it really couldn't wait. Sidling up to the bar, he slipped into a stool and pushed back his hood, nodding at Aberforth.
"Whiskey," he said. "Please."
He glanced down the length of the bar and was a bit disappointed to note that it was empty. He'd hoped he might run into Kingsley or Arthur, and this was his last chance before tomorrow night, the full moon. The news trickling down Diagon told of the Ministry's Muggle-born Registration letters hitting shopkeepers, and things were getting tense.
Aberforth passed him a glass of whiskey, which he accepted with a nod of thanks. After taking a long sip, he glanced behind him, and only then did he notice Dora, sitting in the back of the tavern. He stared at her for a full second before glancing down at his lap. Fuck.