[ 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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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...