“I’m a prefect. I need to, you know… Make sure nobody’s creeping around after hours.”
Which is exactly why I’m out here, too, Toby. Do you want to walk back together? Everything looks clear.
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“I’m a prefect. I need to, you know… Make sure nobody’s creeping around after hours.”
Which is exactly why I’m out here, too, Toby. Do you want to walk back together? Everything looks clear.
“Allison, we’re magical. anything we do is unusual when it comes to the muggle world. Any idea where one can order these balls?”
I can’t think of a catalog that advertises them, but I could owl my mother with a few sickles asking. She may think I’m a nutter, but it’s for a good cause.
“You should really get yourself back to the castle, the forest isn’t a great place to be at this hour.”
Then is it my place to question why you’re out here, too?
“What possible ins could there be to a ball that gives you answers without magic?”
Are they using electricity? What’s the liquid inside? Those sorts of things. I’m sure it’s unusual to dissect balls with answers, though, huh?
“Does it use electricity then? Blimey I thought Divination was a waste of time.”
It... doesn’t? Now you have me wanting to research the ins and outs of magic eight balls.
“The bloody hell is it magic for if its muggle? What is it, some battery charged rolling ball that knocks the others into their pockets?”
It’s not literally magic. but close to it, they think. The best way to describe it is being a large, plastic ball that you shake after asking a question and it gives you an answer. Most of the answers are never what you want, though, since they’re incredibly vague. I’ll show you someday when I get my hands on one.
“Is this some sort of wizarding toy my dear old mum has kept me blinded from? I might have to have a few words with her.”
Muggle, actually. Have you really never played with one? There’s nothing to get hyped up about. It gets boring after a couple minutes.
“Since when are eight balls magic?”
Since the 1950′s?
“Well if you had my heir, I suppose you’d have to be involved in the business at some rate, wouldn’t you? First off, paid maternity leave, because Merlin knows I haven’t a clue how to take care of anyone other than myself.”
Oh god. I say this with no offense, but do you often consult a magic eight ball to make your business decisions for you? Well, or any.
“What can I say, it was bound to come out eventually.”
Is that how you’d ask someone you’d like to into business with? Where are my benefits, do I get holidays off, or even holiday pay? So on and so forth...
“We could do Transfiguration work, or…”
“Well, say that oh so mysterious illness comes back. I’m gonna need an heir to take over the Ogden’s fortune, you could always help with that.”
B.J., is that what this is all about?
bjingallnightlong:
“I’m warmed by your giving heart, truly.”
“In fact, I think I’m making a miraculous recovery from the sheer amount of love you’re showing me! How delightful.”
Aw, so this means back to school work, right?
Joking aside, is there anything you needed assistance with? I have some free time and was just about to get started on my own Transfiguration.
bjingallnightlong:
“How about a favorite plant instead? Though, that’ll be more pricey.”
It’s an important occasion. I think I can afford to put out.
bjingallnightlong:
“Positively ill to my bones, I’m afraid. Might be dire, even. I assume you’ll be the first one weeping over my grave, hmn?”
Of course. Do you have a favorite flower? I’d like to prepare a bouquet of them.
bjingallnightlong:
“How many missed homework assignments, do you think, it would take for someone to get expelled?”
Are they incomplete because you’re ill, B.J.? That’s such a horrible inconvenience.
“Well— If I’m being honest, I’d probably be better off giving you the tart, yeah.”
That still sounds just as lovely. Did you happen to see lemon? I’ll split with you.
“Probably!” Caprice said, jumping headlong into the bouncy castle.
It takes a special kind of day to be fascinated by something so simple.