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[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus is here, and has brought a fireplace with him! it is large and ornate, made of polished stone

he gazes at it with a satisfied smile for a moment, before disappearing, appearing again with a cushy red armchair and an arm full of books; most, he sets down beside the chair

he keeps one, Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes in gold lettering, and settles down with it]

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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Nice fireplace.

[picks up one of the books out of curiosity and starts flipping through it]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

Thank you. It came with the research facility. [glances at him] Do be careful, it might bite you. [not really, it's just an unhexed copy of A Guide to Medieval Sorcery]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow]

Bite?

[he gives Remus a look and then turns the book over in his hands examining it. he nearly scoffs but then stops himself, remembering books with living shadows. compared to that, biting books don't seem THAT far fetched. so cynicism is quickly replaced with genuine curiosity]

Why would it do that?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[really focuses on him, this time; he enjoys curiosity] A simple hex would do the trick, set to affect anyone but the book's owner.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Blinks at the book] I'm not the best at spelling things out, but doesn't that have too many 'e's in it?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[looks up and grins] It's an older version of English. They liked their vowels.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Oh. Makes sense, I guess.

How are you?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

One day me might not have them at all, I suppose.

I'm...quite good, really. Had a wonderful birthday, a while ago. What about you?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Ammy watches him a moment with a smile before curling up near the chair without a word. She doesn't want to interrupt his reading.]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[as he reads, a hand happens to fall from the chair and gently, almost reverently pet her head]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Oh she does love the pets. She sighs contentedly.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Well, the fireplace creates a lovely ambiance, but Diva is still not cool with fire. So she stands kind of behind the armchair, peering over it to see what he's reading}

Did that say "bewitchments", really?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen when they meet hers]

Do you want me to put it out? ...And, ah, yes, it does.

[madamemoiselle]

{She shakes her head, but she smiles}

You don't need to do that much.

...That's really neat, though. What kinds of things are in that book? Is it more spells and things like that?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[relaxes again, nodding earnestly] Old spells - ones we've replaced, or shunned, or forgotten.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Watching and smiling] Studying magic?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[returns the smile] As much as one can.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Tilts her head to take in the title] ...What sort of charms?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[A fireplace!! Thank goodness. Dorothy is rather drippy from having been caught in the rain, so as soon as she sees the fireplace she runs up to stand by it and try and at least dry her hair a little in the heat. Ahh. Warmth. <3]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[he looks up at the sound, surprised, and sympathetic amusement curves his lips]

Caught in the rain? You don't look quite wet enough to have fallen in a lake.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, it's Remus! Long time no see. She gives him a sheepish smile and shrugs]

It's the rainy season, I really oughta've brought an umbrella with me. But it seemed okay, and suddenly there was rumbly thunder, and well...

[she flaps the soggy fabric of her forest green henley to demonstrate the results of rainfall.]

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

Well that looks like more fun then my texts.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[The familiar clink of armor surely reaches Remus' ears before the frog-man appears from beyond the reach of the firelight. He is here nevertheless, a bit dirty and worn, but not seriously injured. He smiles somewhat and sets himself down beside the fireplace.]

Greetings, friend.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[the sound brings a warm smile to his face, and it only widens when he looks up]

Glenn. How are you?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[The smile turns a bit wry, even in the presence of his friend.]

I'm a bit worn, and it seems like it's been days since we saw true light, but our spirits have not eroded.