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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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[goldsteins]

[If she was keeping to herself before, she's certainly keeping to herself more post argument with Newt. Especially with an almost confrontation with feelings she wasn't quite ready to deal with. Even now that they've likely spoken again, she stays out more learning and doing what she can-- It's almost a miracle that she's come back to house 34 that day at all.

There's no eavesdropping going on and no intent to either way-- Suspicions there, of course, but currently the witch who lives there is being preoccupied by being accosted by the neighbor practically inviting himself over to cook dinner.] Why in the name of Deliverance Dane-- [She's speaking, exasperated and cheeks tinged, as she opens the door to the house only to stop short at the situation before them.

If Remus was in anyway a laughable sight he's forgotten in lieu of the man at the table and she straightens, any embarrassment evaporating as a familiar alertness took over.] What's going on?

[It's a good thing one hand was already in her pocket, honestly, given her need to grip a hand around her wand. She hates this place, truly.]