"No," he said with a shake of his head, "my days of letting a canine animagus drag me off to a club of that sort ended forty years ago. Even if it was a 'scene' I had an interest in, that many people all crowded in together would be absolute murder on my senses."
Remus chuckled warmly at the image of James Sirius, Mother Hen. "I do believe that is a young man who has inherited the Weasley gene in full force.
"But, he's likely also very interested in getting out of here and off to the club. So, I shall let you go meet him while I..." Remus shook his empty bottle gently. "...go off in search of another butterbeer and young Dylan, to whom I also need to give the message, unless you see him first, of course."