Re: Harry/Remus/Marlene
"Would you prefer I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, with sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; and there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in?" Remus smirked softly and shrugged his shoulders. "There's always been magic and there have always been muggle stories of it. They influence each other more than either society would like to admit."
Face still frozen in that mask of friendly neutrality, Remus bit back the retort that wanted saying, the claim that wanted making, and shrugged a second time. "If he wants to dance, there's nothing wrong with that. He just doesn't seem like the type who would particularly enjoy the dancing I've seen you doing out there. That's all I meant."
And there was no way Remus could watch if she managed it. Not without biting his tongue off.
"You can take my place next time. I've seen about all I need of the public orgies," he said dryly.