He followed more than willingly, keeping close to Sirius as they made their way over to the line he had spotted. Merlin, where would he ever start? Chocolate was a simple fact of his life and there were so many choices it was boggling. It took him a moment to realize Sirius had said his name, he was so caught up in the menu, but when he noticed the pressure on his arm he looked over. "Hm? What? Sybill?" He cocked his head slightly, turning again to look out into the crowd, leaning this way and that to get a good look. This didn't seem like a place for her, not to Remus anyway, the poor girl. And, Merlin's beard, Sirius was right. "You shouldn't be hallucinating," he smirked, "unless you or James put something in the pumpkin juice this morning I should know about," he teased, nodding out into the crowd. "I see her, just there. Poor thing, she looks lost."