Post by Remus Lupin on Oct 16, 2017 3:50:43 GMT
In the interest of diplomacy (and friendship) Remus and Mali planned a friend day - in a completely Muggle part of town. It actually wasn't that conscious of a decision - Remus was still sacked with guilt over what happened and he wanted to make it up to Mali with all of her favorite things, and the little Muggleborn had a lot of favorite things that were very Muggle. That was okay, though. As Remus had hopefully, successfully explained - he wasn't a hater of all things Muggle now, not by a long shot. Just a few very nasty Muggles...Muggles he'd actually caught conspiring red-handed on the very street he and Mali walked down now. That was okay, too, though. Tottenham Court was an entirely different place during the day. Kind of like another Diagon Alley, just a tad less whimsical. Even with the crowds, Remus felt safe enough.
He was being good, too, keeping his attention on Mali and not letting it wander off on any investigative adventures. There would be time enough for that when he and Gabriel inevitably returned to this spot. And Mali was not Gabriel. She had made it clear she didn't want a part in this, and even if Remus had already fucked that up royally for her, he was determined to respect her decision now...until she finally came around on her own, of course. Remus was still positive that she would. Until then, they would eat cupcakes, and ice cream, and go to the animal shelter and play with as many fluffy kittens as they could handle.
After a riveting kitten session into the late afternoon, Remus was craving his afternoon tea. Tea was one thing wizards and Muggles could agree on, apparently, because it didn't take him long at all to hunt down the nearest tea shop. He practically dragged Mali in, just for a quick cup - tea probably wasn't on the list of Mali's favorite things, that was usually reserved for old men like Remus - and deposited them both at a table by the window.
It didn't take long for Remus to feel the eyes on him. There were a pair of men seated across the shop, looking back and forth at Remus and at each other. Remus tensed, not daring to look back directly and trying to eye them peripherally. "Shit," he mumbled after a minute. He knew them - some of the Muggles from the bar. And despite the fact that he was wearing his own face and not a disguise...they seemed to know him, too. They were whispering, and then they were standing, walking toward his table. "We should leave," he said to Mali, though he didn't move. Running usually caused more trouble than staying put, but Remus really didn't want to have a fight right now, either. Not like this.
He was being good, too, keeping his attention on Mali and not letting it wander off on any investigative adventures. There would be time enough for that when he and Gabriel inevitably returned to this spot. And Mali was not Gabriel. She had made it clear she didn't want a part in this, and even if Remus had already fucked that up royally for her, he was determined to respect her decision now...until she finally came around on her own, of course. Remus was still positive that she would. Until then, they would eat cupcakes, and ice cream, and go to the animal shelter and play with as many fluffy kittens as they could handle.
After a riveting kitten session into the late afternoon, Remus was craving his afternoon tea. Tea was one thing wizards and Muggles could agree on, apparently, because it didn't take him long at all to hunt down the nearest tea shop. He practically dragged Mali in, just for a quick cup - tea probably wasn't on the list of Mali's favorite things, that was usually reserved for old men like Remus - and deposited them both at a table by the window.
It didn't take long for Remus to feel the eyes on him. There were a pair of men seated across the shop, looking back and forth at Remus and at each other. Remus tensed, not daring to look back directly and trying to eye them peripherally. "Shit," he mumbled after a minute. He knew them - some of the Muggles from the bar. And despite the fact that he was wearing his own face and not a disguise...they seemed to know him, too. They were whispering, and then they were standing, walking toward his table. "We should leave," he said to Mali, though he didn't move. Running usually caused more trouble than staying put, but Remus really didn't want to have a fight right now, either. Not like this.
