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Who: Newt Scamander (suffusive), Remus Lupin (xxxxx), Sirius Black (doggo), Tina Goldstein (goldsteins)
What: A reasonable wizard discussion that will almost definitely not end with many things on fire.
When: Nowish.
Where: House 34.
Warning(s): None currently, will update if someone dies or makes out.

[ Somehow, with how being entirely unimportant and probably not actually theft, there's tea. It isn't the best tea—something made that much more apparent by the lack of milk or sugar to go along with it and mask its defects—but as far as foreign planet teas go, it's really not far off from English Breakfast.

The currently-made tea is in two mismatched cups: one foisted on Sirius, the other already half empty and hanging at a precarious angle in Remus' hand. ]

—the day afterwards, [ he's saying in the quiet tones, even though he's also so far avoided any particularly clear statements, so it would take both eavesdropping and context to know what he's talking about, ] if it isn't any trouble—

[ He'd like to stay with Sirius and his muggle roommates after the full moon, is the gist of this conversation, if one has the necessary context to follow it. If a fourteen-year-old can suss him out over a school year, even a bright one, he's not inclined to leave extra clues for an Auror and her magizoologist friend (who may already be totally onto him, but he doesn't know that). Which means taking himself and his post-moon misery elsewhere.

But the rest of that discussion will have to wait, because there's noise at the door—possibly the very witch they're waiting for! possibly with company!—and Remus stops talking and straightens up, sort of. He doesn't stand up properly from where he's leaning, nearly sitting, on the counter top, but he looks a little bit more dignified about it. ]

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[ Tina's comment earns a friendly scoffing head shake: imposing, hardly. She was practically the guest of honor, if guest of honor is another way of saying intended victim of a tea ambush. And it is.

If she's leaving, though... Remus reaches a hand across the table, past his own empty cup and the wand he still hasn't put away, and hovers over her untouched tea long enough to allow for objections that she wants it after all before he picks it up. It's lukewarm, by now, so there's no risk of scalding to prevent him from downing half of it.

Maybe he would have downed all of it, but he cuts short and lowers the cup at dragon queen, mildly alarmed and intensely interested in the potential presence of an actual! dragon! queen in Scamander's house, and of course her eating habits and magic aversion.

Sirius beats him to asking, while he's still swallowing, and then tells—well, it's almost a joke, and even if it isn't the funniest thing he's said, any attempt at levity from Sirius Black is going to be getting a smile out of Remus for the foreseeable future, just for the effort. For the fact that it's possible.

Then he realizes it's possibly a mean almost-joke, and his grin dims politely to a faint smile, so he's relatively straight-faced when he says, ] They definitely do, [ which could just be a comment on some personal experience with dragons or any number of other beasts or, sure, tetchy Aurors, rather than a joke that's somewhat more recklessly cheeky.

He finishes the rest of Ms Goldstein's kidnapped tea and stands up to start collecting cups. ]

[goldsteins]

[She shoots Newt a quick, ill-amused look. Gladdening only when the topic shifts even if she looks a little put-out-- No, worried, she's been worried about the man's living arrangements from the beginning but thinks better on saying anything about it.

She'd already met one of them and he didn't seem too awful-- But, well.

Tina catches the tail-end of the joke, brow quirking but she says nothing more on it. For the moment, she hardly seems of the mind to enter this conversation at all. Her dislike to the situation or perhaps the humor goes unmentioned, but she draws a breath all the same.]

I'm sure you'll find much more interest discussing your Dragon Queen. [It's another give that he doesn't have to join her since surely he's more interested in the conversation going here, whatever way it goes. Creases in her brow deepening she manages a nod.] Enjoy your conversation.

[It's said stiffly, but said all the same before she loosens her arms and turns away from the group to retreat towards the door.]

[suffusive]

[ By the time Tina attempts to dismiss him, he already has the vegetables stowed and his coat in one hand, trailing at her heels. The joke earns an amused smile, at least. ]

A mother of dragons, if you can believe that. Doesn't look it, mind, but very thrilling all the same.

[ In a tone that suggests mild mischief rather than outright thrill, but, well, best not to discuss the good queen too much, lest she hears of it and grows tetchier. Fierier? More likely to eat him, at any rate. He remains occupied with concern for Tina, too. Her provision of an escape perplexes him, certainly, striking him almost as a rejection of his company. He follows anyway, offering a parting flourish of a wave to Remus and Sirius. ]

I'll be sure to [ a pause as he recalls the word. ] telephone if she starts breathing fire from across the way — I live just across the street, as it happens. [ walking and slipping his coat on at the same time. ] So, you know where to find me.

[ tacked on in the event his new dog friends are looking for him!! ]