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r. lupin ([info]tufty) wrote in [info]silverage,
Remus wasn't done yet. When she had settled herself beside him, he drew a cup next -- similar to his -- and let the pot fill it before he placed it beside her. "To keep you warm," he added not quite helpfully. And now, he was done. She ought to have enough to keep her comfortable.

He took his own cup and sipped from it. The tea was good but hardly made him feel better. This was always the case on a near-full moon's night. He kept his wand close -- on the stout tower of paper, actually -- as he drew his quilt closer and he watched his new companion for a moment there.

"How are you adjusting to life here so far?" he asked. He never meant for her to let her write her note, anyhow.

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