"Two excellent choices," Remus agreed with a grin, thinking he was rather partial to the Room of Requirement himself -- though for reasons his schoolboy self would never have conceived and would have been embarrassed to think about. "I'm running sessions in the afternoons any time after your shift ends you should be able to catch one. Give me a chance to see what you're made of, Potter."
Laughing, he shook his head. "Again, you're talking to the boy who hid in the library instead of watching matches his friends weren't playing in. Your father and Sirius would have hamstrung me if I didn't see them play, of course."
Letting talk turn from the war, Remus smiled at the question. He liked that Harry kept the idea of a silver-lining despite the decrease in time they were able to spend talking together these days. Still, there was one silver-lining that seemed to be a permanent fixture in Remus' life these days. "Well, my silver-lining is actually rather Black, these days. I may have to remember to look for smaller silver-linings. Otherwise I'll start to bore you always giving that response." He grinned. "Let's see...the ice sculptures they used to decorate my rooms for a small party his friends threw your son last night didn't melt? No one panicked and set off the werewolves on Friday? I know. I found a moment to come and talk silver-linings with one of my best friends."