[open] We [won't] waste our lights in vain

[lumenrelegandus]

Who: FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMAN, any & all
When: Wednesday nights
Where: The dojo
Format: Action, prose, poetry, quotation, rhetorical-pastoral-comical, anything!
What: This month's Shakespeare readings.
Note/proposed structure: My current thought is to put up one master log a month, with a fresh post linking back to it each week for that week's

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for remus - about an hour before everyone else is supposed to arrive

[wotchesyou]

[ True to her word, Tonks shows up. She has brought two dozen assorted muffins for whoever might arrive. There are blueberry ones, honey-nut ones, and a few other varieties. The single chocolate one, however, is for Remus.

She enters the dojo and looks about. ]

Oi! Remus, you about?

[ She has also brought them mocha coffees but since Anatole doesn't really use paper cups, Tonks has a thermos and two mugs. ]

[lumenrelegandus]

[The unmistakable light coalesces behind one of the screen doors and moves along, radiating out between panels and across the floor, until the patronus sticks out its head to look at Tonks down the hall, and show her which chamber to come to.

There's really nowhere to hide in the room itself. It's the largest of the rooms, otherwise fairly uniform: equilateral, open, and evenly lit. Lupin's contemplating one of the benches, which periodically expands or shrinks a little, moves back and forth, until he seems satisfied with the proportions-feng shui, whatever.]

[wotchesyou]

[ Tonks follows the Patronus into the room. ]

Wotcher Remus.

[ She smiles and then nearly trips over another bench. She catches herself though by bracing her hands on the bench. It's a good thing the lid on the thermos is screwed on tightly. As for the mugs and basket of muffins? Well, that's a different story altogether. ]

[lumenrelegandus]

[He's half-turning to greet her and manages on reflex to throw out his hand in the direction of the cascade. The basket shivers and freeze upright in the air; in the whiplash, only one muffin clears the rim and bounces to the floor. The mugs slow down a little, such that most survive the impact, but one breaks.]

[wotchesyou]

I'm glad to know that your reflexes are still quick. It's important to test these things every now and then.

[ She has a sheepish, almost apologetic and yet a little bit amused, smile on her face as she stands upright. Tonks collects the basket and unbroken wand. ]

Bugger. I should have put a charm on the cups.

[ Tonks takes her out wand to repair the broken cup. ]

[lumenrelegandus]

[The parallel to that moment must've been on his mind too, 'cause he doesn't need to think about what she means before grinning his grin equivalent to blushing.]

Ah yes, glad to know I'm not too far gone in age and decrepitude.

[His hand was extended to help her upright; proving unneeded, he used it to Summon the fallen muffin instead. After briefly touching her shoulder in check-in/greeting.]

[wotchesyou]

Careful, Remus. It's still likely that I take you up on your offer and just... how did you put it, grab you? It's not like I've not done it before. I'm not fifteen anymore. I've learned a few things.

[ Ahem. Tonks is blushing herself. She doesn't think him old, far from it. In that moment, Tonks is very tempted to show him that but she refrains.

She walks over to a table and sets the muffins out. She then cleans out the cups and fills them. Tonks picks them back up and offers one to Remus. ]

Why did you pick As You Like It?

[lumenrelegandus]

[a smiling shrug]

I like Rosalind. I like her conversations with Orlando. Even though he is a bit thick not to realise she's a woman. I like the forest and the Duke talking to his men. I always thought it would be a good introductory play because it's lighthearted but not clownish, or outlandish. It's accessible.