This was as familiar as home for Remus. Hogwarts, Hogsmede... those were home for him in a way no other place had been or possibly ever could. Ever since then had been a great deal of moving, places that were very much alone or out in the middle of no where, all things that felt like, and was, keeping him away from civilization. It didn't bother him... at least he didn't let it seem that way.
"You'll love this place. It couldn't be better." Remus had definitely perked up a little - not much, but there was something more in his eyes at seeing this clearly familiar place. "And yes, we're still in Scotland." He kept his voice down, given that someone glanced their way with Vrenille's comment, and nudged the other towards the door so they could go inside.
It was toasty warm inside against the chill outside, and people were all digging into breakfasts, chatting, and there was the clink of plate and fork and glass. A proper pub, a lively one at that, and it seemed that Remus was a regular given the reaction of the woman behind the bar. "Remus! It's been a while," she called over, gesturing for him. She peered to Vrenille with a shrewd eye, then gave a quick smile. "And who is your friend?"
"This is Vrenille," Remus said with a small smile. "Vrenille, this is Rosemerta. She recently became the owner of this pub."
There was just a hint of sadness in both their tones and faces, something hard to pinpoint, but it was gone quickly. "You both must be hungry. Come on, let's get you lads something to eat." She was ushering them over to a table, gesturing for them to sit before tucking off out through a door that must have gone into the kitchen.
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"You'll love this place. It couldn't be better." Remus had definitely perked up a little - not much, but there was something more in his eyes at seeing this clearly familiar place. "And yes, we're still in Scotland." He kept his voice down, given that someone glanced their way with Vrenille's comment, and nudged the other towards the door so they could go inside.
It was toasty warm inside against the chill outside, and people were all digging into breakfasts, chatting, and there was the clink of plate and fork and glass. A proper pub, a lively one at that, and it seemed that Remus was a regular given the reaction of the woman behind the bar. "Remus! It's been a while," she called over, gesturing for him. She peered to Vrenille with a shrewd eye, then gave a quick smile. "And who is your friend?"
"This is Vrenille," Remus said with a small smile. "Vrenille, this is Rosemerta. She recently became the owner of this pub."
There was just a hint of sadness in both their tones and faces, something hard to pinpoint, but it was gone quickly. "You both must be hungry. Come on, let's get you lads something to eat." She was ushering them over to a table, gesturing for them to sit before tucking off out through a door that must have gone into the kitchen.