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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.*
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.*
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Date: 2011-09-28 03:08 am (UTC)The door opens silently when he presses his hand to it, and shuts behind him with a quiet click.*
Darling?
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Date: 2011-09-28 03:20 am (UTC)Hello Evan, I've got Remus over, Maurice's was closed because of the plugs or something and it's been terrible out today--
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Date: 2011-09-28 03:24 am (UTC)*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.
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Date: 2011-09-28 03:15 pm (UTC)Not at all! It's good to see you.
*Would be better to see him in shackles headed to Azkaban, of course, but....*
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Date: 2011-09-28 03:37 pm (UTC)*She's sitting up very straight, now, and pointing a bright please get along smile at each of them in turn.*
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Date: 2011-09-28 03:40 pm (UTC)*There was also the time Rosier had tried to pay him. And then, of course, there were all the times that they'd probably nearly killed each other in running battles. Also that.*
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Date: 2011-09-28 03:46 pm (UTC)*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.
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Date: 2011-09-28 04:02 pm (UTC)*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.
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Date: 2011-09-28 05:08 pm (UTC)And it is. He knows it is. Except that backing out now, when Rosier's just laid down that thinly-veiled power play threat, would be potentially riskier. He's obviously got this time blocked off for Amrita; he can't plead a prior engagement. His "wife" is ostensibly Muggle; they all know she wouldn't be welcome company, so he can't put it off on her. Short of looking like he's running, there isn't a back door out of this - and he can't look like he's running without looking like he has a reason to run. The all saw the crime scene photographs of what happened to the McKinnons; obviously the Death Eaters figured out that they were in the Order. That isn't a hand Remus is willing to tip so easily.
Thinking that Sirius is going to absolutely pitch a fit over this, he feigns a quick, self-conscious scrub to his hair and a rather uneasy smile, but his acquiescence is a given already. He just hopes it's enough to cover the dread in the pit of his stomach that has nothing to do with shyness.*
Ah - really, I would hate to be a third wheel....
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Date: 2011-09-28 05:16 pm (UTC)Sweetheart, did you have a place in mind? I had thought La Parisienne might be nice.
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Date: 2011-09-28 05:36 pm (UTC)*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.
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Date: 2011-09-28 06:20 pm (UTC)Well. If you insist - of course, thank you. I'm ready when you are.