Remus leaned back in his chair, unsure of whether to be mad or happy. He settled on mildly irritated instead.
"Brilliant," he said dryly. "A new housekeeper is more like it. I'll accept the decreased rent in exchange for me keeping this place running. First order of business, the den needs a fresh coat of paint."
He tossed a chip at Sirius, who was still in the middle of his ridiculous dance.
"Settle down, you. Let's play a hand for moving duties. If I win, you have to get my boxes over here. If you win, I'll move myself AND reorganize your bookshelf."