Remus actually had used the washroom, though it honestly didn't take him very long. So he mosied, taking his time while checking his appearance (which he didn't even care about, usually), admiring the architecture that lined the hallways, and the deep reds of the curtains that hung over walls instead of windows. He even sipped a bit of water from the fountain and he mostly just stood outside of the Hall, in the lobby, until they started counting down. Five minutes now. Hurry, please, take your seats.
He was waiting a bit longer, or planned to, except that an usher started questioning him, telling him he should find his seat so that he didn't miss the performance. Remus wouldn't have minded if it hadn't been for the obvious look of condescension. But he had to just roll his eyes and slip back in.
It wasn't hard to find the seats again, but Regulus had moved. Remus doubted that Regulus really wanted to sit next to him so there must have been another reason behind it. He sat quietly and only a few seconds later, the lights began to dim to the sounds of light shuffles on the wooden stage.