Sirius was having a moment of his own, his attention being strenuously torn between chocolate and Remus, the two ideas merging into one fell swoop, his eyes lighting upon a line that was shorter than the others, and without conscious thought he grabbed Remus by the arm and dragged him toward the Mecca which was in the opposite direction from that taken by Mr. Potter. "I can smell it, Remus," he murmured in fascination, his mouth already salivating in anticipation, "Can you smell it, Remy?"