WHO: Remus Lupin & Sirius Black WHERE: Three Broomsticks WHEN: Tuesday Evening-ish, post classes WHAT: A confession... without it being a confession in need of advice. RATING: TBA (though most likely high) STATUS: incomplete
Remus was a bundle of nerves and he was hoping to god that a bit of alcohol was going to calm him down a bit. Or... something.
Between the conversations he'd had with Dora over the past couple of days through the journals, Remus didn't know what to do. And when he didn't know what to do, he figured the best thing to do was talk to Sirius. Of course, there couldn't be any naming of names as Remus didn't fancy himself facing the unfriendly side of a wand.
Entering the pub, Remus took a seat at a table about in the middle and signaled for a drink. He'd start with the firewhiskey and move from there. Circling the now delivered drink and listening to the ice clink against the sides of the glass. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.