doggedly | a very magical inbox! pt II

all right all right
just asking

ill tell him then
message her or just go down to medbay

No. I said I'd take him down.

is this a medbay thing

I had to ask her what her expertise was when I couldn't even tell her what was wrong with the patient. She thought it was me.

[So a medbay thing known as trying to save some face. Not that Cora would want to appear like she cares.]

and then when you told her it wasnt
she made you promise to hold hands with the real patient & lead him down there

[Not that it's that big of a deal. Well, it is. It's a very big deal. But the technicalities aren't that big of a deal and, honestly, he gets why someone would 1) want to save face and 2) not want to be mistaken as a patient, back off, unholy muggle doctors, &c. &c.]

No.

You wanted my help. This is it.

fine

but for the record
this is stupid
hes a grown man

He's a patient. Helping him would be part of my job whether you'd brought it through me or not.

Give me his number.

helping him yeah
not holding his bloody hand

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dont offend him please
dont embarrass me

How the hell would I embarrass you?

nice try
trying to get suggestions out of me
ufnortunately for you i saw right through it

I'm not trying to get suggestions.

a likely story

you say that now
but i know better

Did you hit your head again?

i never hit it in the first place

Then try making sense.

honestly it was a joke
you could never embarrass me
ever

better?

[Not really. Now she feels like she was overreacting, not even sure why it was a big deal in the first place.]

Your jokes are bad.

did i ever tell you about the death of the rarey

No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me now.

not if you dont want me to

but

if yous ay you dont want me to
then youll never hear the story
youll be kept awake at night wondering what it was
wondering how different your life would have been if youd just heard the story

so you want me to tell you yeah?

I don't even know what a rarey is.

neither did i honestly
not until i met one

it was the start of summer
term had just ended
i was in diagon alley minding my own business
& i came across this creature standing in the gutter being rained on
shivering & miserable with its tiny teeth chattering
it was quite small you see & quite hairy with these big sad eyes

& because ive got a soft heart & often feel sorry for hairy things with sad eyes
(ex.: remus lupin)
i naturally picked it up & carried it home with me
tucked it in my jacket so it could dry off
about halfway there it sort of maneuvered itself around & spoke to me in this great deep voice which was somehwat surprising for its small size
'thank you sir' it said
it didnt have a name it told me just a type
a species
it was called a rarey

This doesn't sound like a joke.

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