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Marauding Magic opens its doors!

Who: Remus, Sirius and anyone else who comes by
What: Marauding magic opens its doors for business!
When: All week~
Where: At the Marauding Magic Shop near the outskirts of town, close to the forest.
Warnings: Magic!

[Finally the big day everyone (at least two or three people, maybe) has been waiting for arrived! Today Marauding Magic opens its doors.

Come by and discover the wonders that lie within! Potions, books, toys and tools, things that are more sentient than they really have any business being and items whose purpose isn't entirely apparent at first, but they sure look pretty.

A fire that changes colors ever so often and chairs by the fireplace, the shop is inviting you to stay a while and discover more. Behind the counter there is a staircase leading upstairs. Don't mind any of the sounds you might hear from there, magical experiments can go unexpected ways at times.

Perched on top of the counter sits an owl, watching everything that is going on, sometimes by turning his head 180 degrees, as owls do. Better don't shop-lift, that beak is sharp.

When you enter, a chime follows as the door closes. It won't be long until a wizard or two appears. Welcome to Marauding Magic, prepare to be charmed.]

[ooc: Come enter the shop and fulfill your dreams and secret desires! Or just have a nice chat with the chaps running the place. Either way, come on in!]

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[She smiles, though there's still some lingering concern over just how downcast he looked a moment ago.]

Sure.

[She heads towards the staircase, smirking as she lays her hand against the banister.]

VIP access, huh. Fancy.

You're just that special. Wait a minute.

[He pulls out his wand and takes off some wards they've put on the staircase, since he doesn't want her to end up growing tentacles or the like, then he makes his way upstairs.]

Come right up!

[By the way, ass is definitely still there.]

[Much appreciated, Sirius. Tentacles are so out this season. She follows him up just as soon as he gives the word, though she does allow herself to lag a step or two behind.

Yup. Ass is still there. Don't worry, everyone, crisis averted.

She slows to a stop when they reach the upstairs, curiously peering past him.]

Hope you're not planning to keep me in suspense.

Hm? Ah, no, I can't do that. We had to move Remus' surprise party two weeks earlier once because I couldn't contain my glee.

It was a bad idea, he can't hold his liquor so soon after the change.

[The room is... well, mostly it's full of everything, with notes scattered over every available surface, stacks of books, a table that is mostly holding different kinds of woods and what looks like...like a heart, actually, and a couple of cauldrons by the fireplace, one boiling away.

In one corner, next to the only two chairs in the room not in some way obstructed, is a wardrobe, which Sirius opens with the use of his wand and a muttered spell. He bends down to lift a shallow dish from one shelf, turning around and carefully placing it on the table, his gaze focused on the silver liquid kept in it.]

It's a Pensieve. I made it...

[He pauses, remembering that they are from different worlds, even if she does know a lot about his.]

Do you know what it is?

You made this?

[She approaches the Pensieve, standing on the opposite side of the table so that they're facing each other.]

I do. I remember this. It's for storing and viewing memories, isn't it?

I did, yeah. They used to say I had a bright future ahead of me, y'know?

[He smiles, although it doesn't last all that long as he stares down at the liquid.]

It's all Remus' memories. I'm not sure how it would work with mine, after...

[He trails off, one hand hovering over the liquid.]

So it's all him.

[She smiles at him, even when his fades.]

This is incredible.

[Her gaze drifts back to the Pensieve, watching the light reflected off the surface of the silver liquid inside. She never even considered the possibility of seeing one of these in person before. She knew it wasn't true of all magic items from Sirius' world, but it was nice that at least some of them weren't quite as sinister as what she was used to.]

So it's all Remus. Good memories?

It really is. I was amazed when I got it to work.

[He is still staring at the silver, as if he could see something in the liquid just by looking at it long enough. He nods, smiling faintly.]

From school. It was Remus' idea to... He wanted us to stop not talking about...

[He breaks off and bites down on his lower lip for a few moments before letting out a snort and shaking his head.]

Didn't work, apparently.

[She just watches him for a moment, then carefully reaches out to touch his shoulder, reclaiming her hand almost immediately after, not letting it linger. Touching is a problem for them. Touching is... confusing. Comforting, but confusing.]

Even when things are painful, sometimes that's when you need to talk about them most.

[He tenses, but not because she touches him, just because everything in his mind is making him tense up and there's not really any way to run from that.]

S'pose so. I just don't feel like I have any right...

[He shakes his hand and lets go of the dish, turning away since he thought of a good excuse for why he can and he doesn't trust his face right now.]

I still have to give you your Christmas present!

[She frowns as she watches him turn his back. She could say something more about how he has every right to talk about the past and work through his problems, same as anyone else, but she doesn't. Not now. They've had a few of those conversations already, and she hates seeing that look on his face. The same one that crossed it right before he turned his back -- she only caught it for a split second, but she knew it well enough by now to know exactly what it looked like.]

Mine?

[Her frown fades as she echoes him, curious.]

Didn't your fabulous dating service cover that?

[That's why he did turn away, it's a lot easier to pretend he wasn't just about to have a moment like that again when her eyes aren't on him.]

For one thing, that was a free service, for another, due to your taste that would be the lousiest Christmas present I ever gave anyone. Even worse than when I gave someone an old sock, because I kept comparing him a house-elf. And that sock wasn't washed.

[He starts looking around some shelves, pulling out a drawer and finally finding what he was looking for. It's mostly black and silver, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Behind the glass covering one side, the inside can be seen, complicated gears and cogs.

Sirius holds it out to Anita.]

It gives alarm when someone you can't trust is around. Either it whistles or if you use that button, it will just start glowing, which is a bit more discreet, I reckon.

[She folded her arms over her chest as he searched, grinning broadly despite the fact that his back was turned.]

Hey, I had a nice time that night. If you find my taste so questionable, maybe now you'll think twice before shoving me off on dates!

[Maybe next time, you'll go yourself, Sirius. The grin fades slightly when he turns around, though she's still smiling as she gingerly accepts the gift.]

For someone in my line of work, this is perfect. Thank you. I'll be sure to keep it on me.

[She looks up at him, appreciative.]

Did you make this, too?

I will just let you choose it all for yourself next time, then I have more room to object.

[He hands it over then grins with a shrug.]

They don't exactly sell these anywhere around here. So, yes, I made it. Merry Christmas and a happy New Year, Anita. Glad I got to meet you.

[She did choose for herself initially, Sirius, and you already objected plenty, thanks.]

I think I'll be avoiding the subject altogether for awhile. I don't need to be dating. I've got other things to do -- busy down at the precinct, you know?

[Her disinterest in actively seeking that sort of thing is nothing new, at least.]

It's perfect. Really.

[She smiles again, warmly, looking just a little bit touched.]

Happy New Year, Sirius. I'm glad I got to meet you, too. It's been an experience.

What do you even do there? Sorry, I'm not very educated on muggle law...

[He laughs and tilts his head to the side.]

'Experience', huh? I'll just do my ego some good and figure you mean a good experience.

Hey, I'm working on a murder case, I'll have you know. I've got a monster with a nasty set of choppers to track down. Except for the part where he's up and vanished on me.

[That's less than helpful, really.]

But various things. And a lot of paperwork. I'm sure your Ministry has plenty of that, too.

[She grins at him in reply as he laughs.]

Not that your ego really needs to be fed, but yes, of course it's a good experience.

Sounds dangerous...

[Also sounds exciting, so now he is stuck between that and worrying for her.]

It does. I'd have been a terrible auror outside of war-times, paperwork is just not my thing.

And you don't even know. My ego is about ninety-nine percent pretense.

I guess it is, but it's not the most dangerous case I've been involved with. I'm a veteran with this kind of thing, remember. They gave me the case since I'm the one with all the monster experience. Glad it's doing me some good here, at least.

[Her grin softens into a more knowing smile. Yes, she's figured out his game with the ego by now. It's an act. She's already seen a fair amount of what he's using it to cover up.]

And yet still so charming. I hope you realize by now that you don't need pretense around me, though.

Oh, I don't need it for you, Anita. I don't need it for anyone. I need it for me. It's something, y'know. Not much else left.

[He manages to say it in a very matter of fact way.]

Tell me about the monsters you've dealt with?

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Yeah. It's something. I get that, I think.

[She'll leave it at that, the last thing she needs to do is stick her foot in her mouth again. She's been doing that a lot lately, even though she's had all the best intentions.

Instead, she addresses his question. It takes things to a less personal place for him, and that's good. It's helpful. But that doesn't change that she wishes she could keep him smiling for just a little longer sometimes.]

I'm not sure where to begin. Vampires are pretty common for me, which you already knew. Not that they're run-of-the-mill redshirts. They're usually the scariest thing I go up against, and that's saying something.

Lately, though... before I came here, it was werewolves. Or a wolf, and a wereleopard, I guess. Most of them are just people, but sometimes, they let the change really twist them into something awful. Not just when they're shifted. But all the time.

That's what happens with some of the werewolves. That's why people think every werewolf is like that. Murderous monsters make better headlines than victims who try to adapt.

[He sits down in one of the chairs, leaning back and watching Anita thoughtfully.]

So you kill them?

If they deserve it? Yes.

[Her expression darkens considerably, memories of the events at Raina's farmhouse surfacing despite her attempts to shove them aside. It wasn't a night she was going to forget anytime soon. It would be a long while before the nightmares faded away, too.]

Raina and Gabriel, they deserved it. I wasn't just saving my own skin that time. There were other lives on the line. Not to mention the pack they tortured. Freaking sadists.

[And, try as she might to suppress it, she couldn't help but shudder at the mention of Gabriel's name. Shit. He still gave her the creeps. Would that ever stop?]

That sounds horrifying.

[He notes the shudder and puts a hand on her shoulder without thinking about it, squeezing her shoulder lightly.]

Sounds like you did the right thing by killing them. But, damn, I'm glad you're not in as much trouble here.

[She doesn't pull away, but leans into his touch instead, even if only slightly.]

You don't know the half of it. Maybe someday, I'll be able to tell you the whole story, but I think it's still too recent, even for me. You love to tell me how tough I am, but there are some things that make even me feel totally helpless. Even when the people responsible are long gone.

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