[ Remus makes a noise like he's choking on something, prompting a little old lady to look his way. This is just like Sirius, reducing him to a babbling, blushing twat with one carefully aimed sentence and he'd hate him for it if he didn't quite love him for it. ]
I think it's time to go home, don't you? [ Out of the street and to where he can have a swooning fit in private. ]
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I think it's time to go home, don't you? [ Out of the street and to where he can have a swooning fit in private. ]