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Inventing a new spell; a most tricky and daunting proposition. Beyond most wizards. Lupin flattered himself by thinking he had a chance, but if pressed, well, he had helped with the Marauder's Map, had he not? He knew a thing or two about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and this was not dissimilar.

Besides, what did it hurt to try? (Besides the very real chance of an injurious backfire.)

Lupin came to the City, seeking out a place by the river where he (probably wrongly) thought no one would venture close enough to be harmed by his experimentation. Once there, he sat down on the grass without much regards for his dignity, and began writing on the book he had liberated for such a purpose.

"Protego Minutiae," he began, writing the words down as he spoke them.

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[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

He'd been back for a while now, but the amount of actual open space besides just the city was amazing to Terry. It took away that cramped, trapped feeling the ship had once had. While he still didn't feel at home, Terry felt a lot more comfortable then he once had here. Too bad that feeling really worried him.

He'd come down to the river - really, there was a river on the ship, that was amazing - to have some time to think. He figured it would be better to clear his head here, were there would likely be less people then the city.

Turned out he was half-way right, as there was only one other person, an older man, writing something in a book. Also speaking to himself in a language Terry didn't understand. But that made no sense, wouldn't the ship's translators take care of it?

"What is that, Latin?" Terry said to himself - or, he thought he had. He hadn't realized he'd said it out loud, and not exactly quietly.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

"Protect small things?" Clef had been wandering along the bank of the river, enjoying his new pants and pondering what to do with the extra seeds he had acquired from the most recent shore leave. Being small and normally very quiet, it is not surprising that Lupin would have missed him wandering around. While normally he might have continued to be unobtrusive, Clef's interest was piqued by the uttered spell, whose words Stacy had translated into their approximate equivalent in ancient Cephirian.

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

Walking along the bank of the river wasn't quite the same as a stroll in Central Park, but at least Bronx was able to join her here. Elisa smiled as the gargoyle beast ran off through the grass then returned to her side. It wasn't quite freedom - this wasn't their home and they hadn't been given much of a choice when it came to the war they were fighting - but it wasn't the same as hiding on the rooftops of New York either.

It was Bronx, with his advanced night vision, that spotted Lupin first.

"Bronx!" she exclaimed, in a belated attempt to stop him from disturbing the wizard. She didn't realise that Lupin had already met the ship's gargoyle residents. "I'm sorry. He won't hurt you."

Not unless he had a good reason.

[hegemonstratos.livejournal.com]

Einhart blinked, walking forward and seeing Lupin sitting down on the grass near the River. She was dressed in a swimsuit, having decided that she wanted to come down here to try the water cutting exercise again, but this time with real water rather than just what was in the sensoriums, even if it turned out to be not much different in practice.

So, seeing someone else here and doing what he was doing was a bit confusing, to say the least. "Umm... what are you doing?"

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

From a small distance, Jr. thought Lupin was reading. Curious as to what the wizard was reading, he made his way over to the river where he sat. Once he noticed Lupin's hand moving and scribbling into it, though, he paused.

"A diary?" he asked, voice half-joking to catch his attention.

Hope its not too late to throw him in here?

[dragonlordbight]

As he had many times before, Crucible had been taking a break from his duties as lord Bight to relax and take a swim through the river, mulling over thoughts of recent and overarching issues aboard the ship. When he noticed someone by the edge of the river ahead of him he slowly lifted his head from the water, slowly enough so as not to startle (Any more than necessary at least)

Observing the human and his actions for a moment before he spoke, "A wizard at work I would assume?" He commented to draw attention to his presence as his gaze went to the other's notebook.