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*Never mind that Remus has never been to Xeno Lovegood's home before. There's absolutely no mistaking it, no question whatsoever of it being the right place. He stands on the garden path looking at the odd structure, the orange wellies, the sign about plums - no question at all. Remus remembers Xeno, vaguely, from school; he was quite a few years older, but odd enough to make an impression, and his letters are sometimes just eccentric enough to verify he's still certainly a unique person. The house, in light of all that, seems perfectly fitting.
A little amused, not unkindly, Remus crosses the rest of the garden and knocks on the door, looking down at the delicate pink plum blossoms vining nearby. He's a bit late (he's usually a bit late), but not too much. Hopefully Xeno won't mind; somehow Remus thinks he won't.*
A little amused, not unkindly, Remus crosses the rest of the garden and knocks on the door, looking down at the delicate pink plum blossoms vining nearby. He's a bit late (he's usually a bit late), but not too much. Hopefully Xeno won't mind; somehow Remus thinks he won't.*