.waxing.crescent. {Event: Shadows}

[lumenrelegandus]

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[forge held up in one hand. Turned to show the view out the window. Turned once more in a pan around the room. Finishes with a glimpse of Lupin seated, facing the door. He speaks into the forge as if it were a handset.]I see what's happening. Don't bother with intermediaries. You're welcome to find me. I'm waiting

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((switching to present tense sorry!))

[scorchedshadow]

The creak of the door is ominous in the tense silence. The man who stands framed by the doorway seems unconcerned by the implicit threat of the wand being pointed in his direction. His own is nowhere to be seen - but then, Severus Snape has always had a particular talent for wandless magic.

There is the dregs of a scornful chuckle still lingering in the set of his lips. As though he had heard Lupin cry out. As though the pain in that name tugged forth had somehow pleased him even as he derided it's cause.

"Lupin." The deep voice is bored, rather than menacing. He does not venture forth into the room, but stays in the shadows, sallow skin blurred into the dark or his robes and hair in this dim light. "I take it I was supposed to consider those paranoid ramblings an invitation?" A glance around the bare room, blank but somehow judgmental. "Generous indeed," he drawls.

[then I shall as well! :D ]

[lumenrelegandus]

Well… this is…

Snape would be able to tell that there were wards already on this building. Mostly casual deterrents against pedestrian thuggery. One or two that feel crafted for this occasion: charms modified not to keep an enemy out of the flat, but keep any strong magic cast-by either of them-contained within it. No blowing things up to harm passersby. Those would activate once someone powerful enough steps through the threshold. (Which Snape has not yet done.)

From Lupin himself, wisps of thought, mostly concealed: Ridiculous questioning someone you know means / Who worse wouldn't mind my thinking it's / Might know I'd want to hear him out /

All of which is instantaneous, and Lupin only raises an eyebrow. "Severus… really: you'd care enough to haunt me?"

[scorchedshadow]

"Haunt?"

Snape snorts.

"How disappointing. Have you merely neglected to investigate your surroundings, or are you truly that imbiecilic?" Snape's robes flick, and he stalks forward into the room, every scathing inch of him. His gathered presence gives the feel of him looming over Remus as he glare's down his saturnine nose. "Death holds very little power in Anatole. I have not been gone so long as to forget that."

A scowl, a twitch of his spider-like fingers, a muttered Expelliarmus, the mild distaste for a spell he associates with Potter clear in his voice. Or perhaps it is for Remus' pitiful defenses.

[lumenrelegandus]

Two syllables behind him, Lupin counters with Accio virgam- He's too late to prevent the wand from flying out of his hand; just able to keep it from landing in Snape's. It freezes, caught between opposing impulses, in the air between them.

(Where Snape could get a look at it. [willow, 10¼", swishy] He's certainly seen it before.)

"A lot of premises to accept unfounded." Lupin's hand now mirrors Snape's, extended toward the suspended wand. "If thought you were interested in proving yourself… well, that ship has rather sailed, hasn't it."