"Is that how it is, huh?" Laughing, Remus leaned one shoulder against the wall as James moved closer. He could remember a few times seeing a drowned rat version of both James and Sirius coming back into the common room after practice. It was almost too easy to forget the intervening years now that they were all back in the castle.
Conjuring a dry handkerchief he offered it to his friend after seeing the way he tilted his head like Moony or Padfoot when they'd caught a scent. "Here. For your glasses," he explained. "I've taken mine up a few times. Bit rusty after not flying since early in the war, except for that quidditch match. But it comes back easily enough once I'm up there." Not that Remus was practising quidditch moves, except for the ones that translated into combat flight. But, he was looking forward to a flying date like he and Regulus had talked about.
"I know," he said, frowning for a moment. "Our days don't seem to match up much these days. I was actually thinking we should have a lads' night soon, the three of us and a drink or two." Remus really wished it could be the four of them, but he'd gotten the sense at the Full James wasn't ready for him to push that, just yet.