Professor Remus J. Lupin (galarusblaidd) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-02-14 08:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 02, character: regulus black, character: remus lupin |
RP: Remus/Regulus
Who: Remus Lupin, Regulus Black
Where: Hogwarts, Remus' Quarters
When: Sunday, 14 February, 2025, evening
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Remus and Regulus are having dinner as planned. Woe be unto he that interrupts them tonight.
Walking into the Defence Professor's quarters that evening was to walk into a strange romanticised world of elegance and fantasy.
In the sitting room a small, square dining table sculpted in elegant curves and whorls from dark rosewood sat in the space the low coffee table usually occupied. It was flanked to either side by chairs in matching wood and design, upholstered in a simple dark blue velvet. The table was already set with full service of Royal Albert china, plain white with gilt trim, and Waterford Crystal glassware with linens in a dark blue and white. Small embossed cards bearing the menu for the evening were set at each of the two place settings along with matching namecards. Accents of white clover, spearmint, and vervain -- the same plants included in the invitation -- adorned the table's centre.
The rest of the room was concealed by a combination of strategically placed standing screens, also in dark blue velvet and rosewood, potted plants, and brass candelabras to create an oasis within light and shadow. To one side of the dining arrangement, in the shadow of a standing screen, stood an antique wizarding victrola from which the sounds of a series of piano concertos wafted quietly.
Moving into the bedroom, the motif of screens, plants, and candelabras continued, filling the space that was not occupied by the larger than king-sized four-poster bed nearly buried in pillows and cushions of blue and white, velvet and silk, hung with curtains of matching blue velvet. A simple charm brought the music from the sitting room into the bedroom and the bath.
The bathroom also contained it's own standing screens and candelabras. The old lion-claw bath itself was missing, however, and in it's place was a low, half-sunken tub of dark blue marble with just a few thin veins of white for relief from the stark darkness. Rather than the pipes and faucets of the Prefects' bath, a low shelf on the wall next to the tub held all the oils, soaps, and other tools for proper spoiling and pampering within arm's reach.
Many of the changes were a combination of Transfiguration and polite requests of the houses elves, of course, and would be returned to normal in the morning. But, the victrola, though it had cost considerably more than anticipated, and the bath, graciously provided at the Defence Professor's considerate request, were permanent. Gifts, of a strange sort.
Or perhaps an homage to Night.
The Defence Professor himself had not escaped the same sort of transformation as his quarters. Another heart-stopping sum of money had purchased the custom tailored dark blue dress robes he wore -- a high collar accented with a white lace cravat, fitted torso and sleeves (also accented with lace cuffs), to fall in straight panels split just high enough to reveal polished knee-high dress boots.
Another gift of a strange sort.
Standing to one side of the dining arrangement, a smile playing about his lips, Remus waited patiently until a knock sounded at the door, opening and closing it again behind his guest with a brief spell. "Good evening, I'm glad you could join me."