[Remissa's last attempt at persuading a werewolf pack away from Voldemort's side had been-- exceptionally rough, so she'd gotten the better part of a week to rest and recuperate before going back out again. She's not supposed to be seen with known members of the Order; her position in the organization is a secret, to protect her and her family from both the packs she's infiltrating and the Death Eaters, who would very likely be keen to know who's kept some of the largest packs from joining their ranks.
All that means is that she has to be sneaky about seeing her friends... and her girlfriend.
She'd sent notice ahead via Patronus, of course, it's not a good time to just go popping into people's flats unannounced, even if Lily's wards would have certainly done the job of notifying their owner for her. She's made herself at home, setting some tea on and paging through a muggle novel in Lily's kitchen, careful not to disturb the bookmark already there.
She's relaxed, and clearly well enough to move around, but it's obvious how things have been since the last time Lily saw her. Obvious in the bandages covering new cursed scars peeking out from the sleeves and collar of her jumper, from the ever-deepening and premature tired lines on her face.]
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All that means is that she has to be sneaky about seeing her friends... and her girlfriend.
She'd sent notice ahead via Patronus, of course, it's not a good time to just go popping into people's flats unannounced, even if Lily's wards would have certainly done the job of notifying their owner for her. She's made herself at home, setting some tea on and paging through a muggle novel in Lily's kitchen, careful not to disturb the bookmark already there.
She's relaxed, and clearly well enough to move around, but it's obvious how things have been since the last time Lily saw her. Obvious in the bandages covering new cursed scars peeking out from the sleeves and collar of her jumper, from the ever-deepening and premature tired lines on her face.]