Who: Marlene McKinnon and Remus Lupin When: Sunday morning Where: Remus' cottage (#18) What: Can't a dead friend just stop by and say hello?
"I feel like death warmed over," Marlene grumbled, turning bleary eyes up towards what she assumed was Remus' face. She hated beer. Even more than that, she hated beer on an empty stomach with no hangover remedy in the house. Stupid Sirius. "Sorry. No pun intended."
Pushing past Remus without so much as a 'hello, how are you,' Marlene entered the small cottage and staggered into the kitchen, fully intent on raiding his cupboards for something to settle her stomach. Maybe she was allergic to something; she never seemed to have this problem with hard liquor.
She stopped, mid-ransack, to look back over her shoulder.
"Did you get fucking old on me, Lupin?" Yes. Yes, he definitely had. She blinked, owlishly, at him. "Wow, that's bizarre."