________________________________________________<br/><br/>Getting out and into the cold had actually worked to ease some of his discomfort. Remus was running on little sleep, having felt like he was burning a million degrees the night prior. Now, lulled by the pressure of his sweater under his jeans jacket and the chatter around him, Remus could almost feel at ease.<br/>Being Christmas Eve, the Leicester Square Christmas marked was well packed with Muggles doing their last minute Christmas shopping. Mad Eye had placed whatever available Order members sporadically across the country, where ever a large population of Muggles were expected to gather. Remus and Sirius, who supposedly should have been stationed on opposite ends of the Square, had, over the course of an uneventful evening, circled closer to one another.<br/>By 9 o'clock, 11 hours into the make shift stake out, Remus was returning to the calm street between a two closed ships with a glass of mulled wine in each hand. Alongside one of the cups he held an unlit cigarette between his fingers.<br/>"They dun close for another hour," he said as he extended one of the cups towards Sirius. Despite walking with a slight tension in his hip, there was colour in Remus' cheeks. "Not much wine left, so you'll have to settle for cider next time around."