[Adele's gaze darts from man to man, skittering across Lupin's face as she's blindsided by a surge of cold fury. He'd promised. He'd given his word and gave it up in a heartbeat. On a whim.
Instead of shouting as she normally would, instead of laying it out and calling him a fucking moron, as he was and ought to be called, she goes still. Every vestige of emotion is pulled back and locked away behind a stern, impassive face, the only visible emotion the crackling fury in her cold blue eyes.]
September 14th [Action.]
[Adele's gaze darts from man to man, skittering across Lupin's face as she's blindsided by a surge of cold fury. He'd promised. He'd given his word and gave it up in a heartbeat. On a whim.
Instead of shouting as she normally would, instead of laying it out and calling him a fucking moron, as he was and ought to be called, she goes still. Every vestige of emotion is pulled back and locked away behind a stern, impassive face, the only visible emotion the crackling fury in her cold blue eyes.]
You gave your word, Lupin.