Remus Lupin was positively bored. This was probably the last place he wanted to be on break from Hogwarts. He was at a party- never one much for parties, but he’d come to accompany James, because the other marauder had asked. He stood idly, watching the crowd, his eyes skimming the sea of ballgowns and suits with an unenthusiastic glint in them. He had a cigarette between his fingers, his other hand resting in his pocket. James was beside him, a brotherly hand on Remus' shoulder, which was covered by his black blazer. James was speaking to a witch Remus didn't know-- in all honesty, he didn't know many.