Forgiving wasn't the best descriptor, but she'd save her wrath for people who hadn't saved her arse more than once. "It fits you," she readily tossed back. She had always noticed that Remus seemed to be the bookish one of his little gaggle; part of the reason she liked the kid.
She couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction to her inviting him along. "I'm hoping everything is garish and horrific so I can spin that into an excuse not to go to this hellish gathering." Without actually indicating the direction, she reached out and took his wrist before starting off towards what had become their joint destination. Or at least that's how Dorcas saw it.
She stopped short, however, when the front window was before them. A pink, glittering landscape that looked like something out of her nightmares. Scrunching up her face she let go of Remus to cross her arms over her chest petulantly. "Or we could fake our deaths and never be invited to one of these things again?"