"Viaduct," Remus says, and, "five o'clock," with a decisiveness that he hasn't earned through any experience whatsoever. He knows he's cute. His self-esteem issues have nothing to do with not understanding that he's cute. And sort of charming. And definitely going to snog a handsome Seventh Year who will never have to know anything important.

He flops back down and pulls the blanket up over his eyes, so William can go back to studying without feeling watched. But he is being watched, for the record. The blanket has little holes through the knitting.