*Amrita is glued to the damned bloody thing on her plate, and Rosier is driveling on about illegal wands - it should be relevant and important but it probably isn't anything sensitive if he's talking about it here, and Remus is still too disturbed to really be listening anyway.
It's a monumental effort, but he tries to focus. Scooting the little plates in front of him around gingerly, he nudges the tartare away and shuffles a little brie over closer. His appetite's shot but he can't just push the meat away like a finicky child, it'd be rude (and they all know who's footing the bill here, anyway, which is a level of embarrassment he hasn't even really had time to grapple with yet.) Still, he does little more than pick at it, a bit grey in the face and altogether silent.*
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Date: 2011-10-01 03:25 am (UTC)It's a monumental effort, but he tries to focus. Scooting the little plates in front of him around gingerly, he nudges the tartare away and shuffles a little brie over closer. His appetite's shot but he can't just push the meat away like a finicky child, it'd be rude (and they all know who's footing the bill here, anyway, which is a level of embarrassment he hasn't even really had time to grapple with yet.) Still, he does little more than pick at it, a bit grey in the face and altogether silent.*