Remus / Thirteen
So far, so good. Everyone seemed to be having a great time at the party and that was really all he and Sirius could hope for. No accidents or fighting or anything of that nature. People just seemed to be enjoying themselves, the food, the drinks, and the music. All in all, it was going very well and Remus was in a good mood. He'd danced more than he'd probably ever danced in his life which was probably not an accomplishment to most people but for him it was quite the feat considering he didn't make it a habit to dance.
When he heard someone calling out, he whipped around to find a face that was familiar to him. He remembered when he'd first spoken to her about a missing sock. Then she'd been pretty insistent on wanting to help him out with his furry little problem.
"Oh, hello," he said, smiling. "Actually -- Padfoot is that one over there." He nodded toward where Sirius was out enjoying himself. "My nickname is Moony. Not terribly creative for a werewolf but I've always liked it."
He could tell she was a bit intoxicated but there was nothing wrong with that. This was a party after all, and they'd offered plenty of booze. She was in good company. "I remember, well, not really being in the box. I woke up in it? So I vaguely remember it. It is always that intense, yes. Unless I have wolfsbane potion, then it is considerably calmer."