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[bootme]

Well, I hope that we're all equally unhappy right now, at least. You lot don't get to see me rot in Azkaban, and I don't get to walk away a free man

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[fletchfinchley]

I really wish you'd stop hiding when you're in a foul mood.

[bootme]

You'd rather I be around and vent my frustrations on all within arm's reach?

Which, I'm sorry to say, would often be you.

[fletchfinchley]

Better than having you bottle up and explode.

It could be worse, you know. Even without Dementors Azkaban is a horrid place.

[bootme]

I don't think it would be.

And I know. Hence the whole 'no one is satisfied' thing. They would almost undoubtedly prefer even worse than me staring at a cell wall for the rest of my natural life, you know.

Meanwhile, I would prefer nothing here at all.

[fletchfinchley]

Unfortunately I don't think they care what you prefer.

I'd prefer that you not be imprisoned, and I'd prefer that you not be expelled, and I'd prefer that you not hide from me. I'll be your punching bag if you need one. Or you can just yell if you'd rather, I'll listen.

[bootme]

I don't think anyone as a rule cares what I'd prefer, in this case, certain present company expected, I hope.

And I'd prefer not to vent my frustrations on you. Understood?

[fletchfinchley]

Oh no, I couldn't care less what you prefer.

Fine. Understood.

But they're hauling you off tomorrow and I really think spending our last day together in seperate locations is rather silly.

I've checked both libraries, the wine cellar and all the spare rooms. Please tell me you're not on the roof.

[bootme]

Oh, I was fully aware of that, thanks, I just sometimes like to pretend, you know? I have so few pleasant illusions left in my life right now, it seems a shame to strip away the ones I'm down to.

And I can't tell you that. Sorry.

[fletchfinchley]

Oh honestly. Don't be a prat, you know I was joking.

So you are on the roof then.

That's exceedingly cruel.

[bootme]

Did I, now? Sorry, I've apparently gone half-stupid from disappointment or dismay or some other such inanity. Or you're none-too-clear. One of the two.

And you told me not to tell you that.

[fletchfinchley]

Well, I suppose one has a tendency to lose context with the written word...wait, you're just being a sarcastic bastard again, aren't you?

You know I can't come up there. Is that why you chose it?

[bootme]

I refuse to confirm or deny that allegation.

...I'm getting good at this. Maybe my next trial will go better.

And I chose it because I'm comfortable up here, and more-or-less have been since I learned to climb. Blame it on ape heritage or whatever.

[fletchfinchley]

There had better not be another trial, ever. This one was nervewracking enough as it is.

If you're an ape then I must be a mole or something subterranean...

Oh fuck me.

I'm a badger.

[bootme]

I suppose I'd better learn how not to get caught, then.

And fine, then.

The heights thing is because I'm a raven.

[fletchfinchley]

I don't think you'll ever learn that. You lack subtlety, you know.

I don't want to be a badger! God, that's depressing.

[bootme]

I'm almost completely devoid of subtlety. But I can run remarkably fast when I need to, and I can hide relatively well, correct?

And I'm afraid you have no choice, any more than I have to be an underfed black carrion-eating buzzard.