Remus's focus had been drawn like a magnet to the exit, his mind still weighing his chances for escape when he heard his name, and the thoughts scattered like a distressed flock of sheep. It was a quick snap of the head around and his brows shot straight up.
"Hm? Oh, oh -- well, not too far away from solving it, I should hope." He gave a mellow, somewhat lopsided grin toward the other two. "I rather like to think of all the migraines that Professor McGonagall would be saved in not having to read our antics. Makes it sound less nefarious," he reasoned, tone amiable.
"And as I feel the conversation delving into other things quickly, might I just remind you both that I am a prefect? Actually, I do think I'm going to grab one of my books and at least pretend like I can't hear anything you're saying," Remus continued. A book that had landed on the ground just an arm's reach away was plucked neatly up. He gave the cover a tap -- and Sirius and James a small salute -- before opening it up.