FOUR ][ i'm not easily offended it's not hard to let it go
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What's going on--
[ There is a cottage in the woods and Remus John Lupin lives in it, but usually he's quite a lot older than seventeen and usually he's comfortably in bed by now, but this one stumbles noisily out of his closet dressed only in a pair of worn white and blue striped boxers and a very worn, slightly dirty wool blanket ( Read more... )
Well this is certainly something.
Morning, Remus.
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About two hundred somethings is what it is, isn't it.
Mister Sirius Black, is that you?
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Perhaps more. But that isn't important just yet.
But yes, in the flesh, so to speak.
[ pause ]
It's been some time since- [ no, not important ] I trust you've found the others by now?
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[ totally ignoring half of what you've said. mostly because the answer is 'already gossiped about you to the others. and had a delicious sandwich with extra mayo.' ]
Where are you? This is a priceless opportunity to take a dig at your vanity. She said decades. May I count your wrinkles?
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I'm nowhere near the cabin. So perhaps it would be best to ask where you are instead?
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[ a halfway guilty pause, because he went to see Luna alone in a strange forest and he didn't know her and admittedly that was stupid-- but she seemed nice and non-judgmental, okay? ]
Just coming back in. Presently sneaking onto the windowsill of the room I am being allowed to stay in.
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[ he sees what you did there. only not. there's some crunching as he makes his way back toward the cabin ]
Where did you wander off to?
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Well it hasn't. So don't bite. People will think you've developed distemper.
[ honest pause of honesty. ]
To see a girl. Maybe.
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Choosing random girls above one of your best friends? I'm hurt, Remus.
And possibly unsurprised too.
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I was told that you were around, but I'm not a bloodhound and I can't put my nose on the ground and presto, there you are.
[ although his voice makes it obvious that if this were the case he would have done it and been there like his feet were on fire. he gets the barest thread of hurt here, but isn't much offended. ]
And how is that fair from you? Really, how is that fair? 'Unsurprised.'
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Though if you'd tried searching...
[ perhaps a little smug there. but only just. in the background there's the sound of a door being opened ]
Would you rather I'd lied?
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[ now he's confused and standing around on the grass in bare feet and some forty-year-old man's pyjamas. terrible! ]
Where've you gone?
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[ no really. he's just standing in the doorway now. and maybe looking toward the kitchen ]
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