 The Embley Bear
Remus's light brown eyebrows shot up at the mention of Firewhiskey. "Wha-?" he said, cocking his head to the side. "Who has Firewhiskey that I don't know about?" he inquired sharply. There were many things he would put up with, but illegal alcohol is not one of them.
Moony fell into a slightly huffy silence, until Nicnevin spoke again, that is.
"I suppose we could," Remus said slowly, considering his options. He could just watch them splash around, as long as James or Sirius didn't pull him in, that is. Or he could go in now, willingly. "But I'm not really dressed for it, though," he added, looking down at his robes. |