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[There's a pile of books beside the beanbag this wolf is sitting in, a collection that seems to dip into some fairly advanced magic. Remus frowns as he flips through the pages. He's decided that he really ought to take advantage of his time here, and this little studying session promises to be the first of many. He seems preoccupied, though, and occasionally stares off into the corner of the room instead of at the pages before him, thinking about all he has to look forward to when he heads back to the cottage.]

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Well, what does it refuse? Other than people, as you've mentioned.

Different things at different moments for different people. I was refused. Well, alcohol at one point.

With reason, or was it an apparently arbitrary decision?

It was a complicated time. The point is that there seems to be some correlation between the specific moment and what is denied.

In other words, you were already roaring drunk; have I interpreted that correctly?

I wouldn't say that. There were circumstances...

This really isn't the point.

But you just said the point was the correlation between the specific moment and what is denied. If you were already entirely inebriated, it makes sense that it would deny you alcohol, which says to me that it's behaving in a reward/punishment manner.

Ugh, it's like being back at school.

I certainly didn't appreciate it at the time.

Understandable, I suppose.

[She nods at the books.]

Are you looking for a way to explain it?

This. This, is for something else. I'm trying to construct a few new spells.

For concealment? [There's a title or two she recognises.]

And... barriers that discourage, that sort of thing.

And the standard Unplottable isn't suited for your purpose?

[What is he up to? Nothing above board, she can tell.]

Not... it needs to...

Really, it isn't that interesting. Not nearly as much as my research into memory.

[Definitely illegal.]

[Hiding a smug little smile.]

Oh? Are you an Unspeakable, then? You seem rather young for it.

It's really only some protection spells.

And I meant memory of this place. For many, we forget everything about our experience here when we leave.

...oh. [Irritating. She'd have liked to find out more about Unspeakables.]

[And this not remembering thing is going to be annoying.]

Is there any way of knowing who'll remember and who won't? I'm going to be very annoyed if the perfectly marvellous day I had is wiped from my mind when I leave.

Not as far as I can tell. What about the day was marvelous, if you don't mind me asking?

[Filing that away for later pondering.]

Oh, it was a combination of things; travel and costumes and music and handsome faces. No one particular event.

You certainly sound as if you are enjoying yourself.

A magical nexus point with no apparent consequences to your life outside of it? What's not to enjoy?

That's... hm. That's very true. I may have been a bit too serious about this whole thing.

Not everything needs to be serious. Some things are fun for fun's sake.

[Chuckles and pushes the books to the side.] And on that note, I think that's enough studying for the time being.

I think it's quite clear you stopped some time ago. That sack you're sitting on has lulled you into "thinking", if you recall.