and the stream runs in circles from the chasm to the core

[lumenrelegandus]

Who: MULTIPLE THREADS! Expected: there are some plans. Unexpected: how would I know?
When: Right after this-with flexibility. All sparked by this after this.
Where: The Clinic
Format: [hates choosing] Whatever I start with, do your own thing!
What: Tonks visitations. Lupin's return. Shirley in da house. Trepkos the Grouch. AND MORE.
Warnings: Ow ow

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[lumenrelegandus]

[Lupin is not a legilimens, but sometimes he sure seems it.

Though only peripherally aware of the pixie's presence, he nonetheless must pick up the feeling in the air.

He doesn't want to be scary. The fact that he can't scare Shirley isn't the point. It's not the way for him to be.

So, though the impulse is to grab her arm, he only does so after a second's pause. Then with deliberation-and not a grab at all but a gentle brush of her arm with his hand, barely even making contact. Mostly to make a point.]

I wasn't asking you.

I don't imagine it would be undue influence that caused you make any decision, even if I had.

[a trace of warm amusement there: like coming to the Clinic, after he asked, but not until it was her own idea.]

But if…

[huge assumptions to make here. Huge presumptions. On the nature of this conversation, their relationship, Shirley herself.]

…I can't be protected by being excluded. It won't achieve optimal results, anyway. I wouldn't sit by to see someone fight this war for me. For me. [in either sense. Not making speeches; it's true, a prediction of the further mess that would ensue. "Not optimal results" because it would make it even harder for him not to act rashly.] But… I hope I'm wise enough to recognise good sense. And contribute however I can to that.

I may not be made for war… not to wage one myself. All I ever want is to be an ally.

[thenobledie]

[were shirley still new to her physical form, she would have pulled away. instead, her hand simply twitches. the pixie is not buying this, though, and moves with her as she inclines her head. in this moment, he is so much like syuveil that it hurts.

she failed syuveil.

she will not fail remus or nymphadora or lust.]

I had no thoughts to exclude you.

[she only shrugged because she doesn't know what she will do yet... but this is shirley, and it isn't as though she wouldn't, say, just withhold certain things for any reason. but not the bigger picture.]

[lumenrelegandus]

[stands still; spent and unsure what, if anything, to do next.

Not wanting to impose what would probably not be welcome… But not moving away either…

It's the first time he's seen Shirley looking like… well, like she could do with a hug.

Attempts to give one verbally in the way he says,]

Thank you.

[thenobledie]

[not at all what she wants. or likes. still miffed, still confused how they got this far, still overwhelmed by the memory of syuveil.

excuse her as she sidesteps him and waves her hand dismissively. feelings are hard, ok.]

[lumenrelegandus]

[whatever else he can and can't do, he takes cues.

With a nod of clear yes, they are, quite okay he'll head out of the room.]