"It's a good thing no one's ever called me a gentleman before," Remus replied, producing a minuscule bottle of whiskey from his pocket once George's back was turned and tapping it with his wand to make it grow to full size again. He'd love to see someone drink it when it was pocket-sized; all that alcohol concentrated into such a small space. But that was Sirius' idea of a fun trick. He wondered if it was strange that he couldn't stop thinking about the other man even after almost two years. He pushed the thought from his mind; it would do him no good.
He glanced around the flat with a smirk. It did look like a couple of teenage bachelors lived there, but hardly any worse for it being these bachelors than any others. Still, he was amused. He tossed his coat down over a chair, taking a seat and looking for some place to flick his ash. Finding nothing, he transfigured a bit of crumpled paper into an ashtray and used that instead. "You boys are doing well for yourselves, aren't you?" he called back. "I'm proud of that. I always knew you'd amount to something good - all of you kids. You have what so few other people have: fantastic and supportive parents. Even if your mother does nag." But then again, Molly treated everyone like they were her children. If he hadn't known her for so long he might have found it off-putting. Instead he found it endearing.