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Me? Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Paleness and twitchiness’d probably just be a result of being holed up here for so long. I’ve also been reading far too much on Magical Law for this History of Magic essay I’ve got to get working on, which is, uh… well, it’s all pretty mind-numbing. But, y’know, dueparth gwaith yw ei ddechrau… or however it goes.

But — yeah, no, I’m good.

Alright, alright, alright. -holds up his hands- I’ll keep the kid out of your hair. Promise. But since m’standnin’ here right now, can I at least fix what the kid’s gone ‘n broken ‘n maybe offer my help for a thing or two more that might need fixin’? Could even come ‘n steal some’ve the nosh me da’s gone ‘n left at my place ‘cause, apparently, a single father can’t make his own bleednin’ food.

-sighs heavily and crosses her arms- He knocked the light over my front door clean off. So unless electrician falls on what I assume is a rather short resume, I’d rather call in a professional and bill you for it. -pauses and furrows her brow- You want me to come over to yours to eat? Must be desperate for company, then. -tilts her head- What’s he made?

*Scrunches her eyebrows in confusion* Nerd or not you cannot deny that the possibilities for such knowledge can change many lives. *counts points on her fingers* There’s the possibility of being able to farm meat without harming any animals and reducing agriculture land, the use of stem cells *realizes she’s rambling again* buut you’re probably not interested. Your mate wants you to what? *surprised and runs a hand through her hair* Kappa’s one of those partying frats right? Could be interesting to you know, *embarrassed* get out somewhere other than the library. *opens her mouth to protest but ends up mumbling* They’re transformative molecules. 

-struggles to keep her eyes from crossing as she half-listens to Kat- See, this is exactly the sort of boring rambling I’m talking about. -lifts the side of her mouth in a half-smile, bringing her hands to rest under her chin as she fully turns to lie on her stomach- Of course they throw parties, Kat. They all do, and they are much more fun than talking about farm animals and stem cells. There’s a party tonight, actually, and you can come with me on the sole condition that I tell you what to wear and how to fix your hair. And you have to lose the glasses, yeah? Do you own contacts?

Alright, alright, alright. -holds up his hands- I’ll keep the kid out of your hair. Promise. But since m’standnin’ here right now, can I at least fix what the kid’s gone ‘n broken ‘n maybe offer my help for a thing or two more that might need fixin’? Could even come ‘n steal some’ve the nosh me da’s gone ‘n left at my place ‘cause, apparently, a single father can’t make his own bleednin’ food.

-sighs heavily and crosses her arms- He knocked the light over my front door clean off. So unless electrician falls on what I assume is a rather short resume, I’d rather call in a professional and bill you for it. -pauses and furrows her brow- You want me to come over to yours to eat? Must be desperate for company, then. -tilts her head- What’s he made?

-eyebrows tick up a bit, smiling slightly bc Classic, then nods a lil- Uh — right, tidy. Sounds brill. I’m happy for you two but, um, y’know… maybe don’t give me too many details about all that until you’ve got it sorted out. I’d like to retain some genuine ignorance when Dad eventually asks me what you’re up to, yeah? -tapping his fingers against the shelf on the bookshelf  that’s like his waist height bc that’s an important detail- Here? No. No, of course not. Well, not all day. I’ve mostly been, ah… wandering around. Wasn’t feeling very hungry earlier.

-smirks and raises his eyebrows- My exact line of reasoning, little brawd. And also the fact that you’re about as good at keeping secrets as Annabelle is. The entire operation is contingent on secrecy, so if da’ is asking you anything about it at all, we’ve already failed. -narrows his eyes slightly, leaning against the nearest shelf- You alright? You look-- twitchy and pale. Paler than usual.

‘N how do you know it wasn’t a combined effort’ve Ollie ‘n your Eddie, huh? -holds up a hand- Look, Cal, I’ll fix whatever it was he broke but you know s’well s’I do that him practicin’ is necessary. 

Hilarious.

What’re you doing here, then? You know, in the, ah, Legal section. Never thought you were all too interested in Magical Law.

-gives a single-shoulder shrug- Just looking into the legality of-- ah-- well, Goldstein and I have been bitten by the entrepreneurial bug, and we’re looking into opening a bit of a side business. -waves a hand- It’s in the beginning stages. -crosses his arms- Missed you at breakfast today. You haven’t been here all day, yeah? You’re bound to be asthmatic if you spend too much time in this dust bowl.

*snorts b/c if she’s serious about one thing it’s about learning* Are you kidding me? These *juggles her books to pull out the air quotes* “crack of dawn” lectures are the basics to getting into this University’s ground breaking study into transformative molecules. *can’t be passive aggressive anymore b/c she’s honestly super excited about this* Who wouldn’t want to attend those lectures? *tilts her head to the side* Good suggestion, except they rotate the same hot water keepers that they use to make coffee with, so there’s always that undertone of burnt coffee in the tea. 

-scrunches her nose and rolls her eyes- Have you ever stopped and listened to what you’re saying? You sound like every nerd on telly ever. -rolls over in her bed to get a better look at her- Y’know... my mate wants me to bring you to the next Kappa party. I’ve only given him a maybe, because I’ll not be bringing someone who thinks-- -frowns momentarily- transgendered molecules or whatever you prattle on about is interesting.

“Make it into a big deal?” I asked how you like your eggs cooked, not what color flowers you’d like to see at our wedding. -rolls her eyes and turns back to what she was doing- I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more of a git in the mornings.

*shifts her weight b/c that makes sense but doesn’t want to admit it* I didn’t think that I was making that much noise. *tucks her hair behind her ears* I’ll do my best, but unlike you I have classes at 8. *mumbles sassily* And I need my tea in the morning, sorry ‘bout the noise.

-shrugs stiffly- ‘s not my fault you made the shite decision to wake up at the crack of dawn to sit in lectures. And have you ever considered grabbing your tea in the dining hall on your way to class? That would probably solve it, don’t you think?