Order Only: Private message to Padfoot and Tonks

[alt_lupin]

How's Bea doing today, Padfoot? Still treating you as the public enemy you are?

The shop's a madhouse. I've never seen such a run on spices. It's a shame we won't be getting a Solstice delivery, we could mark everything up and people would still buy. (I doubled prices on the nutmeg already and no one's flinched.)

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[alt_sirius]

Well, first I want to make sure it won't give her the collywobbles.

But then, we'll have to try it on her in circumstances where she might actually try telling someone the dog is really named Sirius, or whatever else we're prohibiting her from saying. Or doing, come to that.

So eventually we'll have to create those circumstances, encourage her to tell the very thing we don't want her to tell, and then let her feel punished for doing what we've asked.

[alt_lupin]

Does it punish her, or prevent her?

I suppose from her perspective there's not much difference.

[alt_lupin]

I was four, when I got bitten.

I understood I couldn't tell people I was a werewolf, but there were all sorts of things I didn't quite realise were dead giveaways. After we had to move, that first time, my mother -- well. After that, I was better about not talking about it.

I don't like that solution. But we've a good deal more at stake here than my parents did.