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[atrophied]

[ sitting in the clinic, his feet up on the desk, house sounds almost bored. ]

For all the relative ease of magic, it really took a toll. Quills. Robes. Owls. An entire society stuck in the 1500s while the rest of the world marched on without it. So much for thinking themselves better.

[ a pause while he glances down at the highly, highly sedated form of one allen walker on the floor. ]

Nurse! Clean-up aisle three!

Comments

[atrophied]

You just said you might make it explode. I am not getting paid to risk my life.

[whichwayyoulean]

But how will I know what chemicals to use if you're not there to tell me? I could mix anything together. You should have seen that Slytherin common room after I was done with it.

[atrophied]

I'll shout them at you through the door.

[whichwayyoulean]

...Gee, thanks. That'll be a big help.

[atrophied]

Any time.

[whichwayyoulean]

Let me know when you've finished your shift, I guess.