Remus had only just gotten out of his chair, hands still on the table edge, when he turned to look at Black, a sort of doubtful surprise in his expression.<br/>While the two of them had spent almost all hours of the way - waken or sleeping - it had been more circumstantial than out of genuine want.<br/>“I’m just going to the dining hall,” he felt compelled to clarify as he straightened his posture. By the display of interest Black exhibited, Remus suddenly feared he had phrased himself in a way that made dinner seem exciting.