[Remus watches Sirius disappear into the storm with an unmistakable bout of anxiety. A spell, to stave off this wind? Right. And Remus is the bloody queen of France.
It's only been a few moments, but already Remus is fighting back the desire to run after his friend. Remus squints hard into the direction Sirius had gone, and then leans over the back of the bike, cupping his hands to call out.]
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It's only been a few moments, but already Remus is fighting back the desire to run after his friend. Remus squints hard into the direction Sirius had gone, and then leans over the back of the bike, cupping his hands to call out.]
HURRY UP, PADFOOT!