Prompt: "Dost thou think because thou art virtuous that there shall be no more cakes and ale?" Sir Toby Belch, Twelfth Night
Dumbledore peered over his glasses. "Are you certain you want to do this, my boy?"
Remus fought the childish urge to shuffle his feet and stare at the rug. He raised his head and met Dumbledore's gaze. "Yes, I'm certain. We need to know what they're planning, especially now."
"I worry that you're taking on too much and allowing yourself so little. In times such as these, we must hold tightly to every happiness--"
Remus cut him off before he could say more. "I have to do this."
Dumbledore turned to look out the window, his shoulders sagging a little.