[P! P for Poisons! Books are spectacularly dusty and unhelpful, and so thank God this isn't a real library or else Sirius would have to spend about ten minutes sneezing miserably. He doesn't have allergies. If he did, perhaps he'd list slightly toward the side of dust allergies but he doesn't have allergies.
Fortunately this is a library of slim weird technologies and holly grahams and computars and things. So he's happily researching his poisons when he hears the door open--]
No thank you, little girl, we don't need any cookies today! My boyfriend is on a diet, he is, no chocolates even--
[He doesn't even look up from what he's doing because he recognises Remus' stride, and the sound of his footsteps and things. That's the sort of thing that happens when you spend nearly every day for six years with a man.]
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Fortunately this is a library of slim weird technologies and holly grahams and computars and things. So he's happily researching his poisons when he hears the door open--]
No thank you, little girl, we don't need any cookies today! My boyfriend is on a diet, he is, no chocolates even--
[He doesn't even look up from what he's doing because he recognises Remus' stride, and the sound of his footsteps and things. That's the sort of thing that happens when you spend nearly every day for six years with a man.]