The Causeway [Sunday afternoon]

[lycanthromoony]

As Remus touched down on his broomstick, he immediately pulled out a map from the inside of his robes. "Now, according to the map, we're actually on the island now. However." He pulled out a yellowed bit of parchment with scrawling, scratchy penmanship. "According to Alastor's second set of directions, we are twenty-four kilometers south of where we ought to be."

Granted, Moody's directions were the reason they were in Australia yesterday. But Remus still wanted to cross-check them.

[for Padfoot, omg, but open!]