[Peter stands and walks into the kitchen. Hearing Remus brush off the fact that Padfoot had been there as though it was just the way of things made the jealousy turn into a stone. It weighed him down and allowed the ugly thoughts to float to the surface.]

If the other room is so small, maybe you should set up a room expander charm. [Ask me. I'm small enough and careful. Ask me.] That way all three of you could fit more comfortably. [You won't, will you? And not because of the curfew. You won't because you don't want me there. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.] As long as the safety precautions are there, I'm sure the Ministry wouldn't mind.

[Peter carries the two glasses of whiskey over and hands one to Remus. He clinks the glasses together before taking a sip.]

I've a few contacts in the Ministry, you know. I could make a few calls.