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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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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.

Right, yes. Dreadful. How dare it.

So you are ascribing sentience. To the seat, at least.

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Well, when it's this devious.

Maybe I shouldn't have sat on this chair, then.

If it's allowed you to have such a lovely time thus far, I think you're safe.

I feel as if I'm being rude - can I ask for anything for you? Tea?

[Oooh...]

English Breakfast, three minutes brewed, a dash of milk and one sugar.

[He did ask.]

[Chuckles and asks the Room for her.] Yes, ma'am.

Ugh, how old do you think I am? I'm far from being a "ma'am". If you insist on formality, then it's Miss.

"Miss," then. Here you are.

[She notices he didn't comment on her age. Approval.]

--oh, I love the aroma of freshly brewed tea... thank you.

You're entirely welcome. [Does a bit of a half-bow. This is quite the gentleman, obviously.]