“What the bloody hell if your problem today Oz? “ James looked at her, positively befuddled. “First that Hufflepuff, then me, and now Remus? With Padfoot and Wormtail in the room? Good God woman; have you no decency?” James thundered into the compartment, to stand directly behind Megan.

No, James wasn’t the recipient of her anger this fine morning, Remus thought, smirking. Today it was being directed at Megan. And Joanie. And Maura. All because of some cheese. It looked like a very fine round of Gouda.

Are you alright?  Did your brain stop for a minute there?  You didn’t hurt anything, did you?”  She paused and waited for him to tell her ‘no’.  “Well, that’s swell.  The backlash from The Sirius Black Appreciation Society would be rather mutinous, don’t you think?”

“You rang?” Remus’ quiet voice floated over Megan and Sirius’ heads. Setting himself down on the floor in front of their couch, he chuckled. “Telling Paddy about the superiority of Triple L United?” Remus smiled cheekily. “My fan club has exemplary organizational skills. T-shirts, rallies, holidays…the list is endless.” He leaned his head on Meg’s knee. “Maura is looking for you, Meg.”