“C’mon, Lupin. Help me.”

I didn’t see why I should—well, I did. Alice orchestrated the entire affair, except Frank was supposed to think it’d been him because—well, who cared? I didn’t even like Frank. He was a Ravenclaw, and I disliked them by default.

But unless I play along, Alice will fake cry and I will feel guilty all the same. I'm a bloody idiot. “Fine.”

He grinned, and I felt like punching him. “It’ll be fun, Remus.”

“Fun?” He clearly didn’t know what Fun stood for. “I’m going to get you a dictionary for Christmas, Frank Longbottom.”