*She's only just arrived when Remus strolls up, a few minutes late despite the cafe's close proximity to home. Amrita's frowning politely at the sign and looking a good deal more subdued than their last meeting, having traded in her riot of pleated silks for a smart gray dress. But the fit is immaculate, and her jewelry is appropriately small and tasteful but it certainly isn't paste, that's for sure. And she's still wearing sindoor (every day, without fail) and alta on her hands; she's gotten back into the habit, now that she can look however she pleases.
As a result the Muggles milling around the cafe are looking ever-so-slightly sideways at her moneyed strangeness--but she's completely unconscious of them, as if they are flies or potted plants. It's only when she spots Remus that she smiles.*
Hello. It's closed, apparently. Something wrong with the, ah-
*She circles one red-tipped finger in the air, groping for the word.*
I'm not sure there's another place 'round here, unless we--
*But it's all proper restaurants, and none very good. The nearest halfway decent cafe is four blocks over--or is it five, she can't remember exactly--and it looks like it's threatening to rain. Her little frown deepens, but it's more fretful than angry.*
Oh, I wish they'd figure out a way around it, or something--honestly--
*He makes a good show of it. Tapping on the window, he flags over a hassled-looking waiter and has a quick, through-the-door conversation regarding outages and the power company and 'closed for the rest of the day at least.' It's with a small shrug that he returns to Amrita, looking regretful and playing his cards carefully. He's got a very specific target here, but it won't do to put too fine a point on it.*
No luck, they don't even know what's wrong with it. I would suggest my flat, but it's a bit of a hike to Southwark, I'm sorry. Is there anything else around here?
*They're all more or less appropriate for Trois-Echelles. It's a little bit of a wine bar and a little bit of a restaurant, and it isn't exactly formal--still, it's unmistakably, irrevocably swanky and very French, and there isn't anything close to a Muggle-born in sight, just candles in little nooks and peculiar art on the walls and wealthy witches and wizards chatting at small tables. Amrita successfuly Side-Alonged Remus without a bit of trouble, and now they're being ushered to their place by a sleek black-robed waitress who's every bit as decorative as the furnishings.*
--the test was something else, you should've seen it. Me and a roomful of seventeen-year-olds! Most of them had parents around.
*It is impressive; six months ago she couldn't even do a simple summoning charm. He just isn't sure that Amrita being more capable is a good thing anymore. Still, he plays his part and smiles.*
That's very good! You're making great progress, that's wonderful.
*When they reach the table he grabs his chance, looking between Amrita and Rosier and smiling again politely.*
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As a result the Muggles milling around the cafe are looking ever-so-slightly sideways at her moneyed strangeness--but she's completely unconscious of them, as if they are flies or potted plants. It's only when she spots Remus that she smiles.*
Hello. It's closed, apparently. Something wrong with the, ah-
*She circles one red-tipped finger in the air, groping for the word.*
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Electricity.
*He should know; he's the one who just Vanished a pair of wire snips back to the flat.*
Well - that's bad timing.
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I'm not sure there's another place 'round here, unless we--
*But it's all proper restaurants, and none very good. The nearest halfway decent cafe is four blocks over--or is it five, she can't remember exactly--and it looks like it's threatening to rain. Her little frown deepens, but it's more fretful than angry.*
Oh, I wish they'd figure out a way around it, or something--honestly--
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*He makes a good show of it. Tapping on the window, he flags over a hassled-looking waiter and has a quick, through-the-door conversation regarding outages and the power company and 'closed for the rest of the day at least.' It's with a small shrug that he returns to Amrita, looking regretful and playing his cards carefully. He's got a very specific target here, but it won't do to put too fine a point on it.*
No luck, they don't even know what's wrong with it. I would suggest my flat, but it's a bit of a hike to Southwark, I'm sorry. Is there anything else around here?
*There isn't. He's already checked into that.*
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--the test was something else, you should've seen it. Me and a roomful of seventeen-year-olds! Most of them had parents around.
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That's very good! You're making great progress, that's wonderful.
*When they reach the table he grabs his chance, looking between Amrita and Rosier and smiling again politely.*
If you'll excuse me - I'll be right back.
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*Evan watches Lupin makes his escape, and then looks to his wife.*
What was his wife's name again? I'm sure you've mentioned it, but I've forgotten.
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