"Unfortunately not," she said with a frown as she lightly nudged his bedroom door open and lingered in the entryway. "How are you feeling?" She studied him, worrying after the lingering effects of the poison he'd ingested. Dumbledore had chosen her to look after him, and she had done everything she knew how to do in order to set him on the path to healing. At least he looked a little better with every day gone by, she took it as progress.
"Would you like a pot of tea, or, are you feeling well enough to come sit outside? It's windy but it's not very cold, fresh air might be good."
The remark made her smirk some, rolling her eyes gently, the sarcasm was better than him rolling over to sleep away another day, though her expression brightened quickly when he said he'd be willing to venture out of the cottage.
"That's lovely to hear, I'll meet you downstairs," Lily sounded completely sincere. It was wonderful that he felt well enough to get up and outside, and she was obviously pleased as she turned and left his room.
You try ingesting a mystery poison and resigning yourself to the gruesome fate of a lake full of zombies and see how long you feel like sleeping. (Do not try it. Regulus wouldn't wish that on anyone. He just hopes Kreacher can forgive him for not knowing what he was being volunteered for.)
It's a good few minutes before he makes it outside, but he does get there, steady enough on his own feet that he's not leaning on anything.
She stayed close enough where she could rush over to him should he end up faltering, but she did her best not to look worried, or to hover. It was a terrific sign that he'd decided to come this far, and she hoped nothing spoiled it for him.
"There's not that much to look at, but the ocean's nice," the line of the sea could be seen close on the horizon, and the sound of the wind and the waves was about the only noise on this side of the island. "Dumbledore certainly picks his hideouts thoroughly, doesn't he?"
Regulus makes it to a seat all by himself (even he's a little impressed, all things considered), though he does sit down quite heavily. As for the scenery - well, he wouldn't have picked a beach right now, but it could be worse. It could be a cave.
"Very thoroughly. But then, one would think 'nothing to do' is a desirable feature in a hideout. Keeps anyone else from investigating it."
She had left two mugs dangling off a stalwart branch on the tree beside where he sat and Lily lifted one away, passing it to him before she reached for the thermos of tea resting against the tree's trunk.
"I have a bet with myself," she began, carefully filling his mug with tea before she turned to fetch the remaining one and do the same for herself. "It's a bet against who of the two of us will read every book in the cottage the most amount of times."
Tea sounds a lot better than he would have thought. He nods his thanks rather than say anything, but hey, it's acknowledgement.
"You've likely got the head start, but it may depend on how many times I have to tangle with the Muggle ones to really understand what they're on about."
"You might be surprised," Lily leaned against the tree she'd left the mugs on and watched the line of the coast ahead. "There's not much difference between stories written about Muggles and Wizards, everyone cares about the same things. Of course, the lack of magic does lend itself to situations that have been resolved more easily, still, guile and skill matter."
"It's not the situations that I really expect to present a problem. It's the set dressing. There's a cultural gap there that's only grown as Muggle technology expands, and even if I'd been able to get away with Muggle Studies... I'm not sure I'd have trusted it to be reliable information, just from comparing what was said about it in the common room to looking outside my house."
Granted, most Slytherins who bothered with the class were doing so in order to mock the Muggles they were supposedly studying, but still.
(Also: Get this boy a ballpoint pen and he will never look back.)
Nodding thoughtfully she had another sip of tea, considering the matter of set dressing for a moment before speaking up once more. "Muggle Studies isn't exactly unreliable, though I'd say it was very out of date," Lily paused again, turning away from the sight of the shore to look back at Regulus.
"You could ask, you know. I do know something of Muggle life." She knew more than just something really. While Lily embraced the magical side of her life, she hadn't completely abandoned all things Muggle for the sake of it. Who in their right mind could turn their back on a part of their life that contained such wonderous things as David Bowie after all?
"I'd probably have learned more accurate information by looking out my bedroom window, honestly." Granted, that would have come with no context other than his mother's rants about the neighborhood slowly but surely going Muggle.
As though any of them could see the house, let alone get into it.
"I'm aware. And when I do decide to take on those books, I likely will do. It wouldn't do me much good to refuse a resource that's right here."
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"Would you like a pot of tea, or, are you feeling well enough to come sit outside? It's windy but it's not very cold, fresh air might be good."
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"I think going outside shouldn't pose a problem. And if for some reason it does, it's not as though we'll be far away."
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"That's lovely to hear, I'll meet you downstairs," Lily sounded completely sincere. It was wonderful that he felt well enough to get up and outside, and she was obviously pleased as she turned and left his room.
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It's a good few minutes before he makes it outside, but he does get there, steady enough on his own feet that he's not leaning on anything.
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"There's not that much to look at, but the ocean's nice," the line of the sea could be seen close on the horizon, and the sound of the wind and the waves was about the only noise on this side of the island. "Dumbledore certainly picks his hideouts thoroughly, doesn't he?"
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"Very thoroughly. But then, one would think 'nothing to do' is a desirable feature in a hideout. Keeps anyone else from investigating it."
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"I have a bet with myself," she began, carefully filling his mug with tea before she turned to fetch the remaining one and do the same for herself. "It's a bet against who of the two of us will read every book in the cottage the most amount of times."
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"You've likely got the head start, but it may depend on how many times I have to tangle with the Muggle ones to really understand what they're on about."
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Granted, most Slytherins who bothered with the class were doing so in order to mock the Muggles they were supposedly studying, but still.
(Also: Get this boy a ballpoint pen and he will never look back.)
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"You could ask, you know. I do know something of Muggle life." She knew more than just something really. While Lily embraced the magical side of her life, she hadn't completely abandoned all things Muggle for the sake of it. Who in their right mind could turn their back on a part of their life that contained such wonderous things as David Bowie after all?
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As though any of them could see the house, let alone get into it.
"I'm aware. And when I do decide to take on those books, I likely will do. It wouldn't do me much good to refuse a resource that's right here."