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*Electricity is a funny thing. It can do so much, and yet it's so very easy to disrupt. Such are the woes of the proprietors of Maurice's, an upscale café that tries to look more edgy than fancy, and fails. It can't quite shake the air of snobbery infecting the area, the taint of We-Have-Too-Much-Money. Maybe it's the silk ascots; maybe it's the disproportionate number of Italian shoes. At any rate, no one thinks to notice the young man slipping out of the alley next to the building, in his new wingtips and old waistcoat, his button-down a bit rumpled and his trousers mended here and there. By the time anyone notices the breaker box on the back wall sparking and smoking, he's vanished into the crowds.

He takes the long way 'round back through some side-streets, timing it so that he walks up to Maurice's - again - about five minutes after he's agreed to meet Amrita there. Perfectly late, perfectly nonchalant, as he strolls up to the café, pretending to be unaware of the frustrated owners and the 'closed for maintenance' sign now hanging on the door.*



Date: 2011-09-28 03:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dapperdeath.livejournal.com
*Evan has been busy all day, but his last appointment was surprisingly brief--the shoddy underground wandmaker, instead of being ready for a round of fierce negotiation in which he tried to raise his prices yet again, was actually just dead in his little dingy office. Evan covers his tracks--and the tracks of Rosier & Sons, with a quick glance over the man's correspondence--and makes his way home an hour early.

The door opens silently when he presses his hand to it, and shuts behind him with a quiet click.*

Darling?

Date: 2011-09-28 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cellarandmoon.livejournal.com
*And that's thrown cold water on her little germinating confession before anything else can come of it. At his voice, Amrita jumps, as if someone's dropped a crystal ball on the hardwood floor. But she recovers quickly enough: a genuine smile blooms on her face, and she calls to him.*

Hello Evan, I've got Remus over, Maurice's was closed because of the plugs or something and it's been terrible out today--

Date: 2011-09-28 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dapperdeath.livejournal.com
Oh, dreadful. Well, I'm through for the afternoon, and I'm glad I'm just in before the rain.

*He emerges, looking at their guest perhaps too warmly. It's the perfect opportunity, after all, and he doesn't intend to waste it.*

Hello, Lupin. So sorry to intrude.

Date: 2011-09-28 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cellarandmoon.livejournal.com
I'm sure you two remember one another, from school--

*She's sitting up very straight, now, and pointing a bright please get along smile at each of them in turn.*

Date: 2011-09-28 03:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dapperdeath.livejournal.com
I think I remember being rather hard on you and your friends. I do hope there's no hard feelings now.

*It's innocent enough, but the hidden meaning is clear enough to anyone who lived it: You'd do well to remember how I used to put your friends in their place every chance I got.*

In fact, why don't you come out to dinner with us? We can catch up. We were planning on heading out just after I got home, but I shouldn't want to cut your visit short just on my account.

Date: 2011-09-28 04:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cellarandmoon.livejournal.com
Yes!

*It's a wonderful idea: Evan can finally see how clever and kind Remus is and he'll understand, and there's the added bonus of showing Evan off, besides. They'll be fine for dinner--her dress is on the plain side and he's got a waistcoat on and that's close enough, and he is Remus and delightful and no one could possibly mind him. She fixes him with all the considerable power of her most plaintive expression.*

Please? Remus, you must.

Date: 2011-09-28 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dapperdeath.livejournal.com
Don't be ridiculous. My wife's friends are my friends, and I'd love to get to know you better.

Sweetheart, did you have a place in mind? I had thought La Parisienne might be nice.

Date: 2011-09-28 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cellarandmoon.livejournal.com
I'm not dressed for La Parisienne.

*And neither is Remus, which is what she's really thinking of--still, it's elegantly done on Amrita's part. She appears only the spoiled wife briefly acting the brat.*

And I'm not changing.

Let's go to Trois-Echelles.

Date: 2011-09-28 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dapperdeath.livejournal.com
Perfect. Well, I see no reason to delay. Are you both ready to leave, or would you like a moment to freshen up?

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