"Hello," Remus opens the front door of Sirius' house, making way of Regulus and Auguste. It's a Monday morning, and the sun is surprisingly bright. "Come on in," he smiles at them. "Good morning, Remus," Auguste shrugs his coat off. Regulus, however, isn't half as amiable. "Morning," he all but grunts before making his way inside.

"Good morning," Remus tells Auguste with a smile. "James and Lily are here already, we were waiting for you."

"I had to go in and wake Regulus," Auguste laughs, "It's a lot more difficult than it sounds."

"I'll take your word for it," Remus laughs as well. They enter the dining room, and Remus goes to sit beside Sirius' seat, which is vacant.

"Oh, don't start crying," James rolls his eyes at Remus, "Sirius only went to get us all tea." Remus starts blushing immediately, and he wants nothing more than to give James a good smack on his head. Surely, he can't be that obvious?

A couple minutes later, Sirius enters the room, carrying a tray full of mugs. And biscuits, of course. Remus smiles at him, but Sirius either doesn't see, or doesn't care enough to return it.

It's been this way for a couple days now, and Regulus' explanation was that it's just how he is sometimes, he'll come around.

It still bothers Remus.

A blue mug is placed in front of him, and Remus is so used to getting a smile thrown at him - or even a wink, if Sirius is feeling ambitious - along with it, that he finds himself still waiting expectantly even after Sirius has moved on to Regulus, who immediately downs half of his steaming coffee, not even flinching.

That's what you call hardcore, and Remus has to respect him for that.

After everyone's been served, Sirius sits down next to Remus, cupping his mug of tea. Aesthetically congruent or not, Remus has never seen Sirius drink any type of coffee, let alone black like his soul - and his last name - after that fateful day where they first met at James' shop.

As usual, they stay quiet until Regulus speaks up. "Alright. What do we know about the scum?" He asks harshly. Eight in the morning is not a good time to talk about Regulus regarding anything.

"I have a list of names," James grins, fishing in his pocket. Everyone turns to him, watching expectantly. His face falls. "I swear to Merlin and his ten thousand cats that I had it..."

"Here," Lily rolls her eyes, pulling a piece of parchment out of her purse. James looks at her in what could only be pure and unadulterated adoration. It makes Remus smile.

"Of course, babe," James gives her quick kiss on her cheek, grinning even wider. The room is so much brighter when James smiles like that.

"So I'm not sure how many of these are accurate, but these guys aren't that keen on keeping it a secret anyway."

So this is why keeping up with the community is important.

"I talked to some people who came to the party, and we looked into it. I have some names too," Auguste offers. "We can see if they tally."

The next fifteen or so minutes are spent ticking off names and discussing the people involved. Twenty-six names in total, eighteen of them appearing in both lists. There's some interesting commentary on James' part, most notably regarding Reginald Gibbs' chicken farm.

Apparently the chickens were snatched by foxes.

All thirty-two of them.

Eight years ago.

Regardless, now the members of the Justice for Remus Club are left with another question. What to do with this new information.

"Beat them up. Burn their houses down. That'll show them," Sirius says roughly. It's the first time he's spoken during the 'meeting'.

"Sirius, no," Remus objects.

"Why not? They burned your house down, so we burn theirs." James says.

"And we all go to Azkaban," Auguste scoffs, "the Ministry won't turn a blind eye at twenty-six houses being burned down."

"He's right," Lily agrees. "The only reason they swept Remus' case under the rug was because he's a werewolf."

"Besides, if we burn their houses down, which I'm all for, by the way, it just makes them look like the victims. They deserve to be known as the disgusting worms they are," Regulus adds.

"So what do we do?" James asks, frowning. "The Ministry's already closed the case. Even the Daily Prophet didn't report it. We don't know anyone who works in the Ministry..."

"Our parents probably do," Regulus says, "but they'd never help us out."

"The Ministry doesn't listen to just anyone, either..." Lily trails off, a finger circling the rim of her mug.

"See, that's where you're wrong," Sirius speaks up. "They may not want to listen to people, but they'll have to."

Remus turns to him, watching his fingers tap the table in a messy rhythm as he thinks. He bites his lip, and then releases it to speak. "We'll make it so that they have to."

"How?" Regulus asks.

"Where the system fails, we turn to pathos," Sirius smirks, leaning forward. "Get the public riled up about it. Remus' voice  may not loud enough, but the Ministry won't be able to play deaf if the whole of Wizarding Britain joins in."

"But... the people of Hogsmeade seem not to care, And surely, they know what happened?" Auguste asks. 

"Hogsmeade is an ancient place full of moss-backed hacks. I'm pretty sure that Remus is the only person who didn't inherit his house. Most houses there are generations old," Regulus explains, his mood visibly elevated by the coffee.

Sirius nods. "Now we just need a way to tell people. That is..." he turns to look at Remus, who's been shamelessly staring at the side of his face this whole time. If that isn't embarrassing, then nothing can be. God. 

"If you're okay with it," Sirius says, eyes not moving from Remus'. Remus feels his throat dry up, and licks his lips. "I... I don't have much to lose anyway," he says. Sirius stays like that, looking at him with that piercing gaze of his, so Remus forces himself to turn away.

It's not fair. 

"We need someone to run this story," Remus hears Sirius say.

"The Daily Prophet won't work..." James bites his lip. "They won't publish it even if we paid them."

"No, we need something else," Sirius agrees.

"I think I might know someone who can help us," it's Lily who speaks up. Regulus turns to her, eyes wide. She grins at him.

"Who is it?" James asks.

"Severus," Lily replies, smiling brightly. "Severus Snape."