"I know how old I am," he said, tensing up. "This is how I've always acted, and I don't see why moving in time should turn me into some hopeless Hufflepuff, wasting time with doing nothing and then claiming to be doing something."
Regulus raised an eyebrow. "As I said, that can be arranged. I'm not sure how dreaming about it is better than actually doing it and it doesn't take much to melt chocolate, even without a house elf."
His brows furrowed, when Remus claimed that it had nothing to do with the summer, getting more and more confused. "All right, but if there's a special place you want to go, you can just tell me."
He didn't like where this was going, like he was doing something wrong for being responsible. "Why would I waste time when there are things to do? Fantasies are only important if you're trying to make them happen. Considering the current situation taking trips in the summer is more than enough." He shrugged. "I don't see the point of wishing for things you don't want to make it happen. For the record when I watch team practice, I think about what to tell Slytherin to adjust their plan to beat the others."