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r. lupin (tufty) wrote in silverage,

Remus did his best not to make it seem like he was studying her through the light but he wasn't going to lie about it, he was. She looked rather strange, he thought, and quite the temptress if he was going to go with her choice of fashion and the whip by her belt...was it a whip or a wand she likes to keep as a whip? Her hand was on it -- and just as well. Neither of them thought the other trustworthy, so they were square.

This made Remus realize that between the two of them, he must be the fool for thinking he could still count on her for help. But well, between her and the crowd back there? Remus figured he could have a bigger chance of survival with her. Now, which trouble of his should he tell her about...?

"I have lost my way," he said again, softly as well, as he removed his eyes from her slick boot and looked her in the eye through his glowing wand. The smell of blood was here, again. "I meant to go to...Surrey," he lied, "But I must have gotten off at the wrong stop."