( Hermione gives him a sympathetic smile. Hermione thinks it would've been incredibly lonely for her apartment to have been as empty as it is now for the whole length of her stay. )
He was quite nice, yeah. He was sweet.
( She understands his having wanted to go back to his life when the opportunity presented itself, but she does miss him quite often, if she's honest with herself.
Remus's comment takes her by surprise and she looks it. )
[ If there's one thing he's used to, it's living alone. While much of his adolescence had been surrounded in new friends, his foray into the adult world had been more isolated, quiet. But something about this place feels stark and bare and quiet.
His cheeks flush full red at the look on her face and he gives a half grin, trying to soothe the awkwardness of it all. ]
Well, if you'd like. There are empty rooms. I suppose that was presumptuous of me, but if our apartments are equally quiet it makes sense. [ A little one shouldered shrug and he rubs at the back of his head as he paces the kitchen to clean up some dishes while the cakes bake. ]
If you fancy a roommate, I could move there. I don't have much to my name, admittedly.
[ He huffs softly, turning on the water and testing the temperature. He could use magic to make the tasks easier, but he likes keeping his hands busy. ]
( Hermione can feel her entire body warm into a blush when he clarifies that she'd understood him correctly. In a span of only a few seconds, Hermione assesses her options.
Moving in with Remus would mean getting to be closer to him and getting to know him better by spending more time with him, all things she wants.
...but it would also mean he might hear her nightmares. It was one thing when Isaac heard them because she heard his, too, and eventually, they'd gotten into the habit of creeping into one another's bedrooms to wake the other up from those nightmares, give the victim some comfort, and stand guard so they could fall back asleep. With Remus, it might be awful for him to have to hear her having a nightmare. It would certainly be embarrassing for her, that's for sure.
He might see her horrible scar and then she might have to explain how she came to have such an offensive word etched into her skin.
Worst of all, he might actually notice the massive crush she's harboring for him in spite of the fact that it's probably completely inappropriate because he'll grow up to be her teacher someday.
And yet...the words come from her mouth before she can stop them. )
I'd really like that, actually. It's not presumptuous at all.
( Oh, for Merlin's sake, Hermione... she chastises herself. This is going to be equal parts brilliant and potentially the worst experience ever, she just knows it. )
[ Remus keeps his eyes on the washing up, careful with each dish he cleans, finding that her answer relieves some of the tension in his shoulders. It's nerve wracking of course, to think that he will be roommates with one Hermione Granger, but it's twofold - he won't be alone anymore, and she won't either.
They have plenty of shared interests and with the amount of time they spend back and forth at each other's flats, well. It's practical, at the very least, and he's nothing if not practical. ]
Well it sounds as if we've come to an agreement.
[ He finishes the dishes, setting them out to dry, and gives her a small smile. ] I'm afraid all of my baking might be a deterrent. It's a wonder I've not turned into the Fat Friar at this rate. Though I'm not certain they'd consider a werewolf to ever be qualified to be a Friar. It would be a good laugh.
[ His smile turns a bit cheeky and there's the telltale twinkle of something mischievous in his eyes. ]
And likewise, only if you're sure. I could come to yours? Would that make more sense, considering you've been here longer than I have. And as you can see, well. I've limited belongings. I won't use my lycanthropic preaching to persuade you either way.
( Hermione can feel her face burning even as she smiles and nods. )
It certainly does, doesn't it?
( And, in spite of her secret excitement at the prospect of cohabitating with Remus, her stomach roils with nerves at the idea of all of her reservations becoming realities. What will he think when he sees that hideous word on her body? What will he think when he hears her waking up screaming or crying or, worse, both?
Maybe it's better to nip it in the bud and warn him so that he can rescind the offer if he'd prefer...
His attention turns back to her after he finishes the dishes and she tries to recenter herself quickly, returning his smile. )
Well, are you eating everything you bake or are you baking for others? Because, if it's the latter, of course you're not competition for the Fat Friar.
( A part of her melts more than a little at the mischief in his eyes because it's something she's not really seen in him before. Well, not like this, when they're only meters away from one another and they're all alone in an otherwise empty apartment. )
Oh...erm...if you really wouldn't mind... Only, you're right, I've got a lot of things I've accumulated over time...
( She looks mildly apologetic. Partially, that's for taking him up on the offer to move into hers instead of her moving into his flat. The other part, well... )
Erm...I should tell you that I don't always...erm...sleep very well, Remus. Only, I wouldn't want you to go to the trouble of moving in only to find out that I might wake you sometimes without meaning to. Informed decisions and all that...
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He was quite nice, yeah. He was sweet.
( She understands his having wanted to go back to his life when the opportunity presented itself, but she does miss him quite often, if she's honest with herself.
Remus's comment takes her by surprise and she looks it. )
...really? Like...move in, d'you mean?
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His cheeks flush full red at the look on her face and he gives a half grin, trying to soothe the awkwardness of it all. ]
Well, if you'd like. There are empty rooms. I suppose that was presumptuous of me, but if our apartments are equally quiet it makes sense. [ A little one shouldered shrug and he rubs at the back of his head as he paces the kitchen to clean up some dishes while the cakes bake. ]
If you fancy a roommate, I could move there. I don't have much to my name, admittedly.
[ He huffs softly, turning on the water and testing the temperature. He could use magic to make the tasks easier, but he likes keeping his hands busy. ]
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Moving in with Remus would mean getting to be closer to him and getting to know him better by spending more time with him, all things she wants.
...but it would also mean he might hear her nightmares. It was one thing when Isaac heard them because she heard his, too, and eventually, they'd gotten into the habit of creeping into one another's bedrooms to wake the other up from those nightmares, give the victim some comfort, and stand guard so they could fall back asleep. With Remus, it might be awful for him to have to hear her having a nightmare. It would certainly be embarrassing for her, that's for sure.
He might see her horrible scar and then she might have to explain how she came to have such an offensive word etched into her skin.
Worst of all, he might actually notice the massive crush she's harboring for him in spite of the fact that it's probably completely inappropriate because he'll grow up to be her teacher someday.
And yet...the words come from her mouth before she can stop them. )
I'd really like that, actually. It's not presumptuous at all.
( Oh, for Merlin's sake, Hermione... she chastises herself. This is going to be equal parts brilliant and potentially the worst experience ever, she just knows it. )
If you're sure, that is.
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They have plenty of shared interests and with the amount of time they spend back and forth at each other's flats, well. It's practical, at the very least, and he's nothing if not practical. ]
Well it sounds as if we've come to an agreement.
[ He finishes the dishes, setting them out to dry, and gives her a small smile. ] I'm afraid all of my baking might be a deterrent. It's a wonder I've not turned into the Fat Friar at this rate. Though I'm not certain they'd consider a werewolf to ever be qualified to be a Friar. It would be a good laugh.
[ His smile turns a bit cheeky and there's the telltale twinkle of something mischievous in his eyes. ]
And likewise, only if you're sure. I could come to yours? Would that make more sense, considering you've been here longer than I have. And as you can see, well. I've limited belongings. I won't use my lycanthropic preaching to persuade you either way.
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It certainly does, doesn't it?
( And, in spite of her secret excitement at the prospect of cohabitating with Remus, her stomach roils with nerves at the idea of all of her reservations becoming realities. What will he think when he sees that hideous word on her body? What will he think when he hears her waking up screaming or crying or, worse, both?
Maybe it's better to nip it in the bud and warn him so that he can rescind the offer if he'd prefer...
His attention turns back to her after he finishes the dishes and she tries to recenter herself quickly, returning his smile. )
Well, are you eating everything you bake or are you baking for others? Because, if it's the latter, of course you're not competition for the Fat Friar.
( A part of her melts more than a little at the mischief in his eyes because it's something she's not really seen in him before. Well, not like this, when they're only meters away from one another and they're all alone in an otherwise empty apartment. )
Oh...erm...if you really wouldn't mind... Only, you're right, I've got a lot of things I've accumulated over time...
( She looks mildly apologetic. Partially, that's for taking him up on the offer to move into hers instead of her moving into his flat. The other part, well... )
Erm...I should tell you that I don't always...erm...sleep very well, Remus. Only, I wouldn't want you to go to the trouble of moving in only to find out that I might wake you sometimes without meaning to. Informed decisions and all that...