[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.]
What's creepy about it? I asked a question, I didn't say, ooh, Remus, I'm going to poison a man, tell me how-- really, would I be that stupid, if I were planning to poison someone. Really.
There's nothing to tell! I told you all of it-- look, so it's not for a crossword, I was only wondering. Talking poisons and I started thinking about it, 'cos I'm sure I've heard of something, or maybe I'm thinking of, wossname. Romeo and Juliet. They went to sleep, right?
[COME OFF IT LUPIN that's what this smirk means. Remus can't even give him detention when he's actually in a position of small power, let alone now. He turns back to the screen, still smirking slightly.]
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perhaps its not a crossword
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anyway if you dont know the answer i will seek answers elsewhere
perhaps in your beloved library
ta lupin
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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.]
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[And he starts whistling as he flicks idly through whatever it is that he's reading, still not looking directly at Remus.]
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And yo-ou don't know the answer, so why don't you run off and snog your girlfriend.
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Why do I have to be up to anything?
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It's not a crime, Lupin. Seriously. You're looking at me like you're going to give me a detention.
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[COME OFF IT LUPIN that's what this smirk means. Remus can't even give him detention when he's actually in a position of small power, let alone now. He turns back to the screen, still smirking slightly.]
Anyway, I promise.
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