[He blinks, wondering if his eyes are playing tricks on him. That is definitely a witch, Remus. And quite a colorful one, at that. All the better. Maybe they're not related at all, and the common surname is just a coincidence.
Shoulders hunched and hands shoved deep into the pockets of his robes, Remus shuffles in the direction of the indicated office. Taking a seat, he peers cautiously up at the pink-haired witch once she enters.]
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Shoulders hunched and hands shoved deep into the pockets of his robes, Remus shuffles in the direction of the indicated office. Taking a seat, he peers cautiously up at the pink-haired witch once she enters.]
So you're... aware of my circumstances, then?