Remus didn't know how the wolf felt about water. It wasn't something he remembered, though the occasional scent of wet dog clinging around him a few morning-afters suggested they weren't opposed to it. But that wasn't even the point. "I can't order everyone in the city to tread water overnight on the off-chance that the wolf might not like to swim. Even if there's nothing in the water." And the odds that there might be something were quite great, so that idea was out. Remus shook his head as each suggestion made him lose hope just a little more.
But finally, as he thought it over, James' suggestion wasn't all bad, if one ignored mention of chew toys and coconuts. The library was relatively solid, compared to the other buildings on the island, and though he tried not to get his hopes up, his eyes belied the calm exterior he was trying to present.
"We could do that," Remus said, looking away from the moon for the first time since his friends had sat with him, though his gaze focused somewhere behind James as he tried to imagine it, take everything into account, calculate the odds of something terrible happening despite their best intentions. "What about the books? I'd really hate to destroy those."