Best as Remus thought the intoxication to have dissipated, class ended and as he stood, the floor still felt wobbly beneath his feet. While his mind no longer felt debilitatingly clouded, his whole body felt heavy, tights bumping against the lip of the table for support as he packed up his essentially blank notes on the class.<br/>Sirius was quicker on his feet, drawing with him Remus’ gaze as he stepped aside to approach Mulligan.<br/>Despite doing his best not to pry, the class was small and quiet, and Sirius' voice easily projected across the room. Remus’ gaze shifted between Sirius’ and his satchel, a little surprised by that amount of honesty. It made Remus’ attention drift, realizing the other students had heard, too, Kelly having come to a stop in the doorway. He and Remus’ eyes briefly met at the mention of Remus’ name, and it was Remus who averted his gaze, disinterested in unpacking whatever that glance carried.<br/>His eyes returned onto the back of Sirius’ head, pulling the strap of his bag across his shoulder, thoughtlessly waiting for Sirius to finish up.