Whenever Remus found himself too restless to remain seated, he always found that he ended up lingering by his kitchen counter. The kitchenette of the small ground floor apartment connected both to the hallway leading to the entryway, and the living room; Remus found that if he stood just right, with his back towards the cabinets, he would be able to see both rooms at the same time.<br/>Though he expected company, Remus kept glancing out through the living room windows, fearing that he'd any moment see a silver Patronus leap over the bushes that circled the garden. Both Sirius and Remus had agreed to be alert in case the Order needed either help or a hideout, but in that moment Remus deeply regretted having offered. The full moon was only a couple of days ahead, and Remus' joints were starting to flare up as a painful reminder of what was to come. Thoughtlessly, he tugged at his ringfinger, unsuccessfully attempting to crack his sore knuckles.