the gainful aftermath ☛ remus & amelia
Remus and Amelia were not, he supposed, the closest of friends. They had not shared tenure at Hogwarts, nor had they worked together in any professional capacity, but there was one thing that made them, as it did many people, quite amicable companions: drink. It was not uncommon to find Amelia and Remus sharing conversation over a bottle of wine after an Order meeting, and he had discovered after a time, quite abruptly, that he missed those small hours, if not the Order meetings themselves.
The woman was not hard to find; she was nothing if not assiduous in her work, and Remus had spent enough time in the Ministry over the years to find her office (albeit with two separate instances where he had to ask for directions). The idea that she might have left work already had crossed his mind--it was summer and well past dark--but if there was one thing he knew about Amelia Bones, it was that she was practically attached to the Ministry by the hip.
"Ms. Bones," he announced after a polite, if not perfunctory, knock on her ajar door. "The Ministry has sent me here personally to whisk you away to the Three Broomsticks, you see. It's my sole duty to ensure you leave the building once during an entire 24 hour period." You're one to talk, Remus, he thought dryly. It would certainly not do to admit that he had left his house for the first time in four days to accost Amelia. Instead, he smiled a strained smile. "One simply cannot be expected to work throughout the night without, at least, one drink."
