“You thought you were in a vortex last time you touched mushrooms!” He went to take a sip, but practically choked as soon as James brought up “ladies”. “You’ve got to be joking, Prongs. Lily isn’t here!”

“Are you mad?! I’m not going in alone!” With a fervent shake of his head, the lads’ hands raised in sheer defence. Poor Remus, he really was a flustered mess sometimes.

A loud groan came from the boy, and he bowed his head. “This is going to be a bloody disaster James, and you know it!”

“I mean, obviously not Fable... she’d break me in half.” One defeated sigh and a rather large sip of his drink later, he took a look around. Honestly, because of the lack of girls, there was only one he could think of. “Dorcas is here, but she’s one of my best friends!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Breathe, Remus. And drink. A lot. There he goes again, this time finishing off the whole bottle, hopefully a little bit of Dutch courage will help; although James seems to have this in the bag. “You know what! Fine, fine.”

If he were to facepalm ( right now ), Remus was pretty certain that his hand would go straight through his head; though the look on his face said it all. He waved shyly at Dorcas, before turning to James with a look that ever so surely said “I’m going to kill you.”

He’s just going to... watch from a distance. This is too dangerous.

“Oh, I’m just a spectator.” He mentioned politely, before flashing Sirius a ‘help me’ look. “I haven’t had enough to drink yet! Excuse me!” Up he goes, to look for alcohol.

“Cheers, Sirius 2.0!” Promptly pops it open, taking a small swig.

Slides up next to Sirius, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “Alright, mate? Truth or dare too much for you, then?”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” He clinking his shot glass against the others’, Remus downed the drink, practically choking on the strong taste. Shots were never his forte. He did, however, take a seat around the fire.

Everything ( aches. )

Double takes as Sirius is about to leave the dorm, as he himself is still picking out a cardigan. “You... I— what sparkle bomb ( exploded ) on you?!”

“I do!” He said a little fast, blinking a couple of times at the glitter-infested peacock. “It’s. . .” Clears throat. “Loud.”

“Pour me a shot, won’t you Pads?” He’s decided to skip the cardigan, instead slipping on a shirt, with a brown leather jacket over top. Mm, that’s better? Remus had a feeling he’d need far more booze to get through tonight.

Quickly necking the liquor, Remus cringed at the sensation, running a hand down his face. “Ready’s one word for it, let’s get a wriggle on, disco diva.” He patted Sirius on a sparkly shoulder, heading for their door.

“Fay..?” His eyebrows shot up at that one, beginning to make his way through the Gryffindor common room. “You still trying with that one?”

“If you insist!” Don’t get him wrong, Fable did seem like a nice enough person, and Dorcas was particularly fond of her, but from all the things he’d heard, she was a bit. . . unstable. Not that he could talk. “Let’s hurry a bit. Prongs’ll be waiting.”

Patting Sirius on the back as he gained a companion on his arm, Remus grabbed himself a drink, thereon making his way through the crowd. It was when the lad spotted @DevoutParagon that he headed over to the corner, sinking down beside her. “Hello, sunshine. This seat taken?”

Usually, Remus found himself particularly engaged in DADA. Today, however, something just felt. . . off. He tapped his quill nib lightly against the blank parchment. Back still sore from the recent full moon, the boy shifted in the stiff chair. Today was going to be ( slow ).