There were five days left until the full moon, and Remus was already feeling the familiar tingle down his spine and craving the taste of blood - of rare meat. It wasn't surprising - he was used to suppressing his wolfish temptations - but there was a noticeable difference in his physical reaction to the moon, lately. He knew it was because he'd stopped taking the Wolfsbane potion; Snape had been making it for him for so long that he was quite aware of his physical changes in its absence.
The Leaky was quiet as he walked in, and he approached Tom at the bar with a self-deprecating smile on his face. The old wizard was always more than willing to give him a meal and add it to his tab, no matter how long it took him to pay it off. Remus suspected that it would be months in this case, but Tom never complained. No, instead, he gave Remus a foaming pint, assured him that he'd have a steak pie out within the next quarter hour, and gestured for him to find a seat.
For once, the task of finding a seat was relatively easy. Remus had spotted Gawain quickly - located in the best corner seat in the house. Normally he wouldn't have been inclined to sit with anyone, but their last meeting had been somewhat amicable. There was no reason to be rude and ignore Robards' presence, now.
Clutching his pint, he approached the Auror and offered him a faint smile. "Are you terribly busy?" he asked. "Or may I offer you some company?"