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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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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.]

[That must be difficult, from a beanbag. But sentiment - oh, it's appreciated. Manners are so lovely! Why don't more people have them? Speaking of which...]

My name is Narcissa. I ought to have mentioned that earlier, but you insisted on breaking the rules of study and I couldn't let it slide.

Mm. [He doesn't look very surprised.]

It is... a pleasure. I suppose it would be very rude of me to refrain from offering my name?

[So she notices.]

It would, since it would seem you expected to hear mine. Do I know you?

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