full moon with moon moon [partially open]

[wolfymcwolf]

Who: Remus Lupin and ???
What: so the full moon's a thing
When: [FORWARD DATED] September 1 - 3
Where: around diagon alley, remus' flat
Warning: Will update as necessary, preemptive warning for usual full-moon injuries.

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[malificence]

[ It's the sound of footsteps behind him that has Lucius half turning in front of the faded window of one of the Diagon Alley shops that butts up against the entrance of Knockturn Alley. His own robes are dark and hooded, but the hood is pushed back now, revealing sleek blond hair as he watches Remus step out of the Alley.

His hood is still raised, naturally, but Lucius can still make out a few features underneath. Enough to make an educated guess who is interestingly emerging from a section of Wizarding London that is not exactly known for the aboveboard.]

A curious place for you to be, I would think.

[wolfymcwolf]

[Remus freezes, like a kid with their hand caught in the cookie jar, when the man in front of him speaks. That's a mistake, but he wasn't expecting anyone to recognize him. Aside from the fact that he's a werewolf, Remus is largely unremarkable, particularly to someone like Lucius Malfoy.

There's a twitch of panicked thought, that maybe he should be run, but-- don't be ridiculous, Lupin. It's not against the law just to be there, and Remus certainly doesn't have any Dark objects on his person. The only evidence is an unusually heavy coin purse.

It's fine, he's fine. A little paranoid and combative from the full moon, but fine. He takes a breath.]

Are you accusing me of something, Mr. Malfoy?

[The fact that he's meeting Lucius' gaze is practically a challenge in itself but he puts a lot of care into sounding as mild as ever, expression neutral even as his muscles tense under his weathered, slightly too short robes.]

[malificence]

[ He remembers Remus Lupin as a smart Gryffindor, a several years below him at Hogwarts; he remembers some of his juniors in Slytherin picking on him - and Peter Pettigrew - and Sirius Black and the Potter boy immediately coming to his defense. Those things alone do not exactly make Remus remarkable.

But then, he's also a registered werewolf, and that makes him more notable.]

Is there something to accuse you of, Mr. Lupin?

[The moon will be full that night, he thinks. Remus must be in an interesting mood from that. For a moment he considers attempting charm - they are supposed to cultivate more to the Ministry's side, in this time when minority opposition is growing more vocal, but then...even clearly poor and without resources, Lupin isn't likely to fall for it. No, there are better candidates.]

[wolfymcwolf]

[Remus' smile is tight. The day of the full moon leaves everything in him feeling wound tight like a spring about to snap already, and being in this exact situation with this exact person only makes it worse.]

Not as such, so if you have no business with me, I'll be on my way. I have errands that must be finished before nightfall, I'm sure you understand.

[It's not a tactic he prefers, but reminding people of the imminent transformation is usually enough for them to leave him alone.]

[malificence]

[ A faintly amused look isn't likely what most people expect of a reference to unwitting transformations, but then Lucius would hate to consider himself anything like most people. He can also recognize an avoidance tactic when he hears one. But truthfully, he doesn't have anything to hold Remus on, or the authority to do so. He didn't take the auror qualifying exams, after all, even if he'd had the NEWTs for it. ]

I daresay you do. No, I would not want to keep you out too late, Mr. Lupin.

[ All sorts of trouble with that, after all, and Lucius suspects he'd find it only briefly amusing. ]

[wolfymcwolf]

[Remus doesn't really care about the nuance of his reaction, so long as the end result is leaving this conversation. Whatever thought has amused Malfoy, Remus is certain it's at his own expense, and that he doesn't want to know.

He inclines his head in what could pass for a polite farewell, and the fact that it felt like he had to get permission to dismiss himself curls bitter in his gut. He shouldn't have to feel that way, but he's all too aware the ease with which someone like Lucius could make his life hell just for a bit of rudeness in the street. He wouldn't even have to lift a finger.]

Good day, Mr. Malfoy.