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zarataz (zarataz) wrote in silverage,

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said as she pulled the sash of her robe tighter around her waist. Her dressing room was a bit stuffed full of props, costumes, flowers, and what might have been a disturbing amount of rope (they kept telling her that her escape act would be too much for the audiences watching at home, but she was determined to work it in one Sunday), but there was another empty chair which she pointed Remus towards. "Honestly it was the least I could do after the boggart thing. I consider myself relatively worldly in the field of magic, but I'd never even heard of them. You dispensed with them nicely."

The sight of yet another bouquet of flowers made her grin, of only because this was a bouquet finally coming from someone who wasn't looking to get in her fishnets. She hoped. "Secret, I've been turning top hats into vases for weeks now." She muttered a few words underneath her breath to do just that and fill the newly turned glass with water. "Anyway, how've you been?"