Remus chuckled and swiftly kissed Dora on the cheek. "In that regard, yes, some things are best kept to ourselves," he said, hiding a smirk. Their bedroom activities were certainly not something to be discussed outside of their house. Or, Remus thought of the questionaire, darkened corridors. However, there was no law that said Remus couldn't indulge himself in a fantasy -- watching Umbridge's hair straighten by sharing a few things.
For him, the battle at stonehenge had been rather uneventful. Nothing that a few healing salves and a couple of potions couldn't fix. He'd had worse scrapes after the full moon to be honest. "I'll have to lie on it," Remus replied. "There's no way I'll be able to admit to being a member of the Order and keep my job. I tell her and I lose it -- I lie and she finds out and I'm canned. Either way, I'm most liekly screwed."
He arched a brow. "What... what is it?" he asked, stomach suddenly doing a flip-flop. "You're... you're okay?" Remus asked, concern etched in his words.