[ That's purely instinctive outrage, since nothing outrageous actually happens: his cart has nothing to grip at the floor with except air, and it slides accommodatingly sideways when bumped. Someday they should put bumpers on them and have at it. But given the present absence of padding— ]
Don't scratch them. [ It's a lame follow-up. He knows it. His voice isn't even raised. And here's the end of the corridor, or at least near enough for Remus to begin slowing down—unnecessarily, probably fatally, since swinging the carts around at the wall like a swimmer doing a flip-turn is perfectly feasible for someone less concerned about making Murphy Pendleton look disappointed in him. ]
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[ That's purely instinctive outrage, since nothing outrageous actually happens: his cart has nothing to grip at the floor with except air, and it slides accommodatingly sideways when bumped. Someday they should put bumpers on them and have at it. But given the present absence of padding— ]
Don't scratch them. [ It's a lame follow-up. He knows it. His voice isn't even raised. And here's the end of the corridor, or at least near enough for Remus to begin slowing down—unnecessarily, probably fatally, since swinging the carts around at the wall like a swimmer doing a flip-turn is perfectly feasible for someone less concerned about making Murphy Pendleton look disappointed in him. ]