His face creased in a smile that was both self-deprecating and not about himself at all. "Neither 'm I." He stood another moment—a barrier between her and the broken glass, if it was needed, also to observe how they handled it. A server simply magicked it whole again. He wasn't sure why, on top of the entrance and the poster and what it said, he'd wanted further confirmation, but yes: here there be wizards.
He slid onto the bench opposite her, eyes flickering to more of their surroundings, always coming back to her face. I do know you, though… we have met… I never met Sirius's cousin… how do I know you…?
The server made a loop to appear at their booth. If he held any recrimination for the glass, either he didn't show it or didn't attach it to Tonks. "What'll it be, friends?" he asked.
Remus looked quickly at a handwritten board on the wall. Everything seemed to be alcoholic. Ohhhh, right: that was what 'speakeasy' meant. They wouldn't care if he were underage or not.
"Butterbeer, if you have?" Remus knew he might get teased or glared at, but he didn't want to loosen control, on his feelings or his senses. Too much was still unknown.
He didn't care he was underage, either, but he did care about… the… difficulty emotionally balancing, sometimes. People didn't realise or talk about lycanthropy's effect on the human form, too. Even the other three could forget that Remus's mildness was something very carefully maintained, and try to 'loosen him up'.
…Which… huh; would be just like them to plop him into a bar with a beautiful woman… It would be an elaborate illusion or dream charm, but it also made everything seem to make more sense. At the bottom of most inexplicable things—including their befriending him, Remus, in the first place—was Potter and Black.
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He slid onto the bench opposite her, eyes flickering to more of their surroundings, always coming back to her face. I do know you, though… we have met… I never met Sirius's cousin… how do I know you…?
The server made a loop to appear at their booth. If he held any recrimination for the glass, either he didn't show it or didn't attach it to Tonks. "What'll it be, friends?" he asked.
Remus looked quickly at a handwritten board on the wall. Everything seemed to be alcoholic. Ohhhh, right: that was what 'speakeasy' meant. They wouldn't care if he were underage or not.
"Butterbeer, if you have?" Remus knew he might get teased or glared at, but he didn't want to loosen control, on his feelings or his senses. Too much was still unknown.
He didn't care he was underage, either, but he did care about… the… difficulty emotionally balancing, sometimes. People didn't realise or talk about lycanthropy's effect on the human form, too. Even the other three could forget that Remus's mildness was something very carefully maintained, and try to 'loosen him up'.
…Which… huh; would be just like them to plop him into a bar with a beautiful woman… It would be an elaborate illusion or dream charm, but it also made everything seem to make more sense. At the bottom of most inexplicable things—including their befriending him, Remus, in the first place—was Potter and Black.