[He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to think. Condom. Right. Yes. Does the ship have condoms? Remus gropes for his jumpsuit and grabs his wand. With a sloppy flick of his wrist, he gestures to the door.]
Accio condom! Hopefully.
[Thirty seconds-- and then the door opens as a small packet zooms in. Remus laughs and catches it.]
Try not to think about what the rest of the ship must think--
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[He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to think. Condom. Right. Yes. Does the ship have condoms? Remus gropes for his jumpsuit and grabs his wand. With a sloppy flick of his wrist, he gestures to the door.]
Accio condom! Hopefully.
[Thirty seconds-- and then the door opens as a small packet zooms in. Remus laughs and catches it.]
Try not to think about what the rest of the ship must think--