Remus internally groaned as he carried you into the common room and set you down on the couch. You’d thought it a grand idea to go get drunk with Sirius.. again. But here you were, back early and by Remus’ hands. “Stupid,” He muttered as he fetched some nearby tea to help soothe the undoubted headache you had — or would eventually have. “Why on earth would you ever listen to Sirius?” He chided, as if you were paying him any mind. “Like taking care of children.” He muttered more so to himself.