"No, wouldn't dream of asking that of you," Remus agreed, with a short laugh. Snatching them each a toffee apple from another tray as it passed, he then handed one to each of his friends. James clearly wasn't going to let him get away with being paranoid about eating the food. He might as well go with it and eat the apples while they were there.
"And you don't have to worry about Narcissa Malfoy. If you let off a dungbomb at this event, I think your own son will be having words with you."
It may have been odd to be the oldest Marauder now, but it was a source of amusement that James' son was old enough to lecture them all.
Well, maybe not Remus. Harry was only sixteen years older than Remus, after all.
"But, I think Prongs is going to burst if you don't find us a quiet corner, Pads. I made the mistake of hinting I might have found a project worthy of our unique attentions." He grinned mischievously at them, taking a bite of his apple. "And then I refused to tell him what until I could tell you both at once."