James had yet to offer any context but the fragmented pieces Remus himself was able to make out - the name Sirius, the fact that James had told him about Remus already - all added to a growing sense of unease. He felt like he ought to invite the two men to take a seat, but he would rather not prolong their stay.<br/>Finally allowing himself to look at the stranger, Remus found to be even more uncanny standing in the middle of his living room, than he did on his threshold. His complexion completely devoid of even a flush of colour, it made Remus’ stomach turn with a primordial sense of dread, certain he wouldn’t have maintained his composure had James not been here, who in turn seemed rather unaffected by the oddity of their situation.<br/>Remus awkwardly stalled by the table, uncertain how to proceed.