"We really need to talk" (closed RP for Remus, Sirius, and Lily)
((OOC warning - will almost certainly contain swearing and shouting. Caveat emptor.))
Remus was busying himself in his office, setting up a second chair in front of his desk, putting out a kettle, cups, a selection of teabags, milk and sugar and spoons. He slammed drawers and jammed books back on their shelves and tossed papers in the rubbish bin with unusual vehemence, muttering curses to himself. The prospect of having his juvenile, self-centered git of a so-called "friend" visiting his office was not putting him in the best of moods. He would have happily called off the meeting if it weren't for Lily; she wanted to meet with them, so meet with them she shall. She was in for an earful, but he supposed she probably was expecting that.
Just before Sirius and Lily were due to show up, he took out his wand and cast spells on every fragile object in the room, including the kettle and teacups, making them impervious to breakage. He wouldn't put it past Sirius to do some spur-of-the-moment redecorating. Sirius's shoe, which had been flung through the Floo and had narrowly missed his head, was in his desk drawer, and he wasn't planning on giving it back, even though it didn't smell especially fragrant.
Finally, his allotted tasks completed, he sat down with a thump, opened up a book on Japanese river spirits, and put his feet up on the desk with affected nonchalance, waiting for his guests to arrive.
Remus was busying himself in his office, setting up a second chair in front of his desk, putting out a kettle, cups, a selection of teabags, milk and sugar and spoons. He slammed drawers and jammed books back on their shelves and tossed papers in the rubbish bin with unusual vehemence, muttering curses to himself. The prospect of having his juvenile, self-centered git of a so-called "friend" visiting his office was not putting him in the best of moods. He would have happily called off the meeting if it weren't for Lily; she wanted to meet with them, so meet with them she shall. She was in for an earful, but he supposed she probably was expecting that.
Just before Sirius and Lily were due to show up, he took out his wand and cast spells on every fragile object in the room, including the kettle and teacups, making them impervious to breakage. He wouldn't put it past Sirius to do some spur-of-the-moment redecorating. Sirius's shoe, which had been flung through the Floo and had narrowly missed his head, was in his desk drawer, and he wasn't planning on giving it back, even though it didn't smell especially fragrant.
Finally, his allotted tasks completed, he sat down with a thump, opened up a book on Japanese river spirits, and put his feet up on the desk with affected nonchalance, waiting for his guests to arrive.