Open.

[supercilious]

Who: Various. (Arthur, Merlin, Remus, possibly Lust, Shirley, Tonks, whoever else wants a thread...)
Where: The Clinic.
When: Whenever it needs to be? For the Bellatrix plot?
What: Arthur gets a worrying glimpse of bespelled Lupin and, completely undermining the intention of his original message, drags Merlin off to act as deus ex machina and fix

Comments

standing guard

[sonvisage]

[Standing over the bed now. (she'd been sitting for a while, but she'd gotten up to pace) A few steps and she turns, her expression wavering between comfort and anger and things in between that she doesn't have the time nor the desire to try and identify.]

We're back to this again, are we?

[Reading to you isn't going to help this time, I don't think.]

[So she'll stand until she's no longer needed. Until Nymphadora (whatever, she doesn't like her own given name, either.) returns. Until---

---well, until that, too.

It's not as if she needs to sleep.]

[sonvisage]

[She won't resist that twining. But she will look away momentarily.]

I will. You'd hardly want to catch her up in the net of your own foolishness, would you?

[She's looking back again. And then slipping away and past the both of them, though her fingertips, dark and lengthened, follow last.]