"Take care, Tom!" He pulls up his collar as he slips out the door.
"Wotcher, Remus." He turns and stops on the bottom step, glances up at her.
"Oh, hello." He tucks his hands into his pockets.
"Fancy seeing you here. I wouldn't've figured you for the Leakey Cauldron type." She smiles a little, pulls her jacket a little tighter.
"I wasn't aware it had a type." He shrugs, looks down.
A brief silence.
"It's good seeing you again, Remus. You're looking well." She's fishing for conversation now. He pulls at his fraying, faded sweater unconsciously.
"And you." He smiles a little at her eye-smarting green hair. "All ready for St. Patrick's Day?"
She grins, a true grin, and fingers her spiky locks.
"Yeah. S'only a few days away." She laughs and reaches for the door. "Did you want to come with? I think it might be starting to rain."
She holds out a slim-fingered hand invitingly. "It's not the sort of day to spend alone."
He fixes his gaze resolutely on the cold ground.
"Uh. No. I'd better be going." He scuffs at the pavement with the tip of his boot. Sure enough the first drops of rain were beginning to fall. "Well."
"Yeah."
"I'll be seeing you, then, Nymphadora." He hesitates on the step. She leans down to kiss him on the cheek. He doesn't look her in the eye.
"Goodbye, Lupin. I'll see you soon." He nods and is gone with a slight 'pop' of displaced air. "She smiles gently at the spot where he stood and says, "Happy birthday, Remus."
She flings herself into the warmth of the darkbar and wriggles out of her jacket.
"What's there to drink around here, Tom?"