Remus stumbled in from the Floo, hair askew and face sooty. He coughed a little, clearing the ash from his lungs and brushed off his shirt irritably.
"Sirius, clean your sodding fireplace," he said, shaking charred embers from his shoes. "You need a shower after flooing through that thing."
Looking around, he straightened up and grinned.
"Zeppelin?" he asked, dropping into a seat at the table and pulling a bottle of Scotch from his bag. "Remember that time in fifth year when we smoked that Muggle stuff? Shit, that was a disaster."