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Lily is not nervous.

The fact that she's absently tapping her fingers against the table in front of her is indicative of nothing other than ... um ... finger-tapping.

She's certainly not worried.

Nor is she unnecessarily fretting.

And is definitely not needlessly reviewing her Potions book in an effort to distract herself from the interview she has in the morning.

She's just making sure she's properly prepared.

Responsibly.

But she's not nervous.

Not at all.

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"The silver spoon doesn't matter, you know." There's a voice behind her. "I think it's mostly people being rather arrogant. Wood works just as well." Orion is smiling gently.

Lily frowns at the directions in front of her, and says, "Steel works better than either, though. For this particular potion."

Then she looks up.

And visibly tenses.

"I am not my wife, Miss Evans. I mean you absolutely no harm." He smiles softly. "And you are quite correct. Steel is the absolute best. Wood is just slightly easier to acquire most often."

"I don't have any idea why you know my name or recognize me, Mr Black. Surely someone like me is well beneath the notice of someone like you.

"Nor have I ever heard or read or learned anything of you that leads me to believe you're any different to your wife, sir."

Or his younger son.

Whose nose James broke last year, over a comment he made about Lily.

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Oh dear. Orion winces. "I perhaps have not been as vocal as I should have been to quiet my wife." He sighs deeply. "You are quite a capable witch as I have heard from Sirius, and I have heard you are quite capable at Potions as well."

Orion looks a teeny bit like a kicked puppy. He doesn't like being compared to his wife.

In another conversation, the most interesting piece of information there was that Sirius Black had ever said anything even remotely complimentary about her.

But in this conversation, that bit's been overshadowed.

"If that's true, than in many ways, it's worse. You have a position of power and influence. Whatever it is you allow yourself to be seen to support is tantamount to that which you do support. And it does every bit as much harm."

Orion sighs deeply. "That is perhaps true. However, there are many ways to play the game. My nieces are an excellent example. Narcissa plays a long game, Bellatrix throws the pieces across the room, and Andromeda walks away from it. No, life and our situation is no game, however, there are many ways to affect change." He takes a step back. "I do mean you no harm, Miss Evans. I only wish to help with your Potions if you will allow me."

"It's not a game, Mr Black. It's the life of every Muggleborn witch or wizard in Britain. And you've done harm enough to us."

She closes her book.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a very important day tomorrow, and I would prefer this not be the start of it.

"Good evening, sir."

"I apologise Miss Evans. I wish you the best in your day tomorrow." He bows, and backs away.

There's a lot that he has to think about.

[ooc: Thank you. Short as it was, Orion now has some thinking to do. :D He's really trying. Really.]

[OOC: You're welcome. I'm afraid he's been established as a not very nice person in her version of the world. (And she's seventeen, and has Firm Opinions about some things.) But thinking is good!]

[That's fine! My version of Orion is a bit different than many. And his version of Regulus is... very not-mean. At all. But... yeah. I kinda want him to grow and I'm really curious as to where he's going to go from here. :D]

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