"No to the sandwich I'll just vomit it back up," Gremlin shrugged, "I wouldn't mind a healing spell. I've always been rubbish at those when it comes to myself." Gremlin fidgeted in his chair for a moment, suddenly acting a bit sheepish. "Soooo funny thing about the ministry.... You hear about that section of the ministry archives getting set on fire? Prophet called it a death eater attack and well," Gremlin held up his left arm, " technically they weren't wrong. It wasn't part of the plan, but it was the only choice at the time."
At mention of the egg, Gremlin groaned and rubbed his temple. " Yeah, yeah, the stupid egg I know. Wanna know something? I'm a dumbass, sometimes. I blame Leon. Here give me it, and I'll show you what's inside."
-gremlin (I can't wait to explain Leon. Voldy's gonna hate him😂)
Voldemort gave a nod, and all the actively bleeding wounds on Gremlins body began to close up, flesh seaming back together, scabbing up before their eyes. Voldemort had not even raised his wand. Healing spells, out of necessity, were second nature to the man. He could likely perform them in his sleep. He wondered if he ever had.
Then he did touch his wand, casting a light cleansing spell over the man across from him. It was no substitute for a real bath, but it lessened the grime and the smell of alcohol.
“And here I was, offended they had blamed my men for the crime, when it was, indeed one of mine all along.” He raised an eyebrow. “I am sure you had a reason?”
Voldemort smirked at Gremlins self deprecating comment. “You tell me this as if I did not know.”
“So,” he continued, handing over the egg. “Who is Leon?”
