Observe without notice? Survey? Conspire? [The last, though, seemed most likely. She frowns, curious, but unwilling to pry. If Lupin wanted to know, he would say something. At least in theory-
and then he did say something. What in god's name. Adele almost chokes on her cider before turning to give him a look. That. That was honest. No evasion. And he was even smiling a little when he said it. She tugs one of her gloves off with her teeth and presses the back of her hand to his forehead and cheeks, trying to discern his temperature.
It seemed normal but...] Of that I have no doubt Lupin.
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and then he did say something. What in god's name. Adele almost chokes on her cider before turning to give him a look. That. That was honest. No evasion. And he was even smiling a little when he said it. She tugs one of her gloves off with her teeth and presses the back of her hand to his forehead and cheeks, trying to discern his temperature.
It seemed normal but...] Of that I have no doubt Lupin.