Remus just stares at him for a beat, but not for any particular reason. It's only a mismatch of rhythms, like knocking elbows with James when they're paired together in class. Is there something coming after that well, Remus has no idea, he doesn't want to interrupt—no.
"Tomorrow?" he says. Possibly this is overeager of him, still held up by his lanky arms and smiling at William while he retreated, but he doesn't care. It will take more than some unabashed interest to deplete the reserve of Cool he's built up over the years, mostly by standing beside and slightly behind James Potter and Sirius Black with his hands in his pockets and a mild smile on his face. It's a large reserve. The only thing that could possibly destroy it would be starting Seventh Year without ever having snogged anyone, and what's where William's pink neck comes in. "If you've got time before dinner. I'll be up and about by then."
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"Tomorrow?" he says. Possibly this is overeager of him, still held up by his lanky arms and smiling at William while he retreated, but he doesn't care. It will take more than some unabashed interest to deplete the reserve of Cool he's built up over the years, mostly by standing beside and slightly behind James Potter and Sirius Black with his hands in his pockets and a mild smile on his face. It's a large reserve. The only thing that could possibly destroy it would be starting Seventh Year without ever having snogged anyone, and what's where William's pink neck comes in. "If you've got time before dinner. I'll be up and about by then."