"I don't doubt it," said Bill, taking Remus' arm and springing to his feet before leading the way back to the cottage with brightly-lit windows and the warm air of a place that wasn't particularly fancy but was homey and inviting all the same. "I imagine love life is low on the priority list for those three right now any way."
He opened the back door of the cottage for Lupin and snuck into the study, retrieving the brandy and two snifters, pouring glasses for the both of them.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing to one of the large leather chairs. "I'll run and find Harry if you'd like. Better to get you two chatting now before the rest of the house gets wind you're here and wants to spend hours talking your ear off."
He flashed Lupin a grin.
"Be right back."
Glass in hand, he peeked out into the den and called Harry's name.