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[novumlupine]

[He has a home now that needs decorating. To accomplish this, Remus has a large box that he has propped up on the floor with an Undetectable Extension Charm on it. He is also surrounded on all sides with a variety of different sorts of furnishings, in many styles. He wanders around the maze sipping his tea until he sees something that seems suitable and then he taps it with his wand and it waddles off toward the large box, disappearing inside. Apologies if that chest of drawers is pushy or the hopping ottoman tripped you up. Furniture - no manners.]

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[pridegoesbefore]

...an eclectic collection, Mister Lupin. Are you opening a shop?

[novumlupine]

Hello, Narcissa. Not quite. Ooh, watch the mirror there, sorry-

[pridegoesbefore]

[Adroit side-step!] An obstacle course, then. [That prompts a memory of her younger self and a small boy creating such a course in someone's kitchen, once. Blankets featured heavily. Her smile warms a little.]

[novumlupine]

[Curious, that widening smile. He returns it, but doesn't ask for details.]

Refurnishing. I've found a more permanent place to reside.


[Oh, for heaven's sake, he really is too giddy to keep quiet about this.] We... have, actually. I'm not moving in alone.

[pridegoesbefore]

Interior decoration, what fun.

[In her experience, that sort of giddiness generally means one thing. Or with him specifically, one person who is generally an arse, but that's neither here nor there. Her smile retreats a tad, but not in an obvious way.]

...oh? [And that isn't loaded at all.]

[novumlupine]

I wasn't expecting to enjoy it quite as much as I am.

[His thumb runs along the rim of his teacup near the handle and he smiles at it, lost in his thoughts momentarily.] Have you ever... been in love, Narcissa?

[pridegoesbefore]

It's oddly satisfying.

[She looks away, ostensibly examining the furniture.]

...once. This end table is lovely.

[novumlupine]

[He follows her gaze and stands beside it, tilting his head as he examines it.] ... Would you mind if I asked what it felt like?

[pridegoesbefore]

...joy. A constant undercurrent of joy.


So! Is this an apartment, a house?

[purloined]

[to stumble upon a place like this, where the air seems saturated with magical energies, already makes her feel uneasy. add to the mix an incident where she is very nearly mowed over by a piece of furniture (she would have moved aside had she been able to see it coming from behind her) and little outbursts are almost inevitable.

a hand clamped over her mouth silences a yelp, but accidental manifestations of magic aren't generally as easy to suppress.

really, really, she didn't mean to set that chair aflame.]

[novumlupine]

[Sniffs the air with a frown while meandering among the armchairs.] Is that...

[Yes, yes it is. Thankfully, his shock is quickly countered by a stream of water from his wand that puts out the flame. He blinks at the smoldering wreck and then turns to her.]

... Well, that was a lucky catch.

[purloined]

[by the time her hand drops from her mouth, she can just about manage an apologetic smile to the young man, her gaze falling on what had been a rather lovely chair, before darting over to the instrument in his hand.]

--I'm sorry, was that yours? [in most situations, her immediate instinct would be to pull the confused damsel card and deny responsibility for what just occurred, but seeing as she doesn't appear to be the only magic user present, such a course of action seems unnecessary.] It looked expensive... [offering financial reimbursement, on the other hand...]

[novumlupine]

Oh, don't worry, I can always ask the Room for another one. Are you alright? I apologize if all... this startled you.

[purloined]

[she doesn't quite understand what he means by asking the room (are there people he wishes to consult, or is he suggesting this place has sentience of its own?), but nods along anyway.]

Startled, but otherwise fine. [injury to dignity is nothing to write home about.] I'm sure that upset might have been avoided had my mind not been elsewhere.

[novumlupine]

My name is Remus. I feel you should know that, since my furnishings have already inadvertently attacked you.

If there's anything I can do... tea? Chocolate?

[purloined]

Unusual circumstances aside, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Remus. You may call me Lucette.


Chocolate sounds... [very, very tempting. but!] Actually, I should probably not ruin my appetite. I was meant to meet a friend for breakfast. [freshly baked bread and a cup of coffee each; her stomach quietly grumbles at the thought of it, though lucette pretends not to hear. she wonders if said friend is looking for her now, given that their arranged meeting time passed a while ago. given the situation, what she ought to do is ask for a way out, but her sense of curiosity would rather she gather more information about this place first.]

I would, however, be interested in hearing a little about this... Room, if it isn't too much to ask. Is it normal for people to stumble upon a place like this by mere chance?

[novumlupine]

Lucette. The pleasure is mine.

Ah. Yes, and... I might not plan on making that breakfast, unfortunately, unless your friend stumbles across it as well. This place often sort of... abducts people abruptly and doesn't always let them back through the door they entered.

[thirdtimelucky]

[Boo--woah-- owww.]

...what're you doing?

[novumlupine]

Erm. Redecorating?

I figured organizing this could use a larger space. Clearly you have veto power if any of my choices are appalling.

[thirdtimelucky]

I did notice there was bugger-all furniture in that cabin.

[Wandering through the maze of furniture - and it is a maze, it's both brilliant and evil - and occasionally poking at things.]

Don't like that couch; it looks like something my sainted mother would have. But I like these armchairs, and that big smooshy sofa. What have you chosen so far? Is it in that box? Will I fall in if I look?

[novumlupine]

Mm. Smooshy as a virtue, check.

No, you should. Narcissa had some excellent recommendations on dining chairs.

[thirdtimelucky]

It's the greatest of all virtues.

[Already only a set of legs hanging out of the box as he takes a gander, he pops his head back up with a mystified expression.]

--sorry, I thought you said Narcissa had some recommendations?

[novumlupine]

Yes, that's what I said..

Sirius, she's not what you think of her. At least, the version of her I mean. I promise.

[thirdtimelucky]

[Whaaaaaat no. Moony, you are confused.]


...have you not had enough sleep? We can nap. I'll make you some tea.

[novumlupine]

I'm not ill, Padfoot.

She is very... helpful and empathetic.