Nineteen -- text

[facesdeath]

I have most everything I want.

◘ Sirius Black to drop dead where he stands.
◘ Owl treats for Noah.
◘ A pulse, perhaps.
◘ A case of Butterbeer.
◘ A good Quidditch match.
◘ Snow.

... Curses, huh.

[ooc: canon familial hatred get.]

Comments

[lupusnonfacit]

I heartell the first will have been granted for you within a few months of my time, for better or worse.

Though perhaps I can help you immediately with the third.

[facesdeath]

Yes, well, nothing like witnessing it.

Can you? I've been rather unlucky in finding it.

[lupusnonfacit]

I would prefer to never have to, but he was the sort of man who lived that kind of life.

I'm sure that I can, you see, I've always been rather lucky at finding the things I want.

[facesdeath]

He was 'the sort of' a lot of things.

Are you? That must be rather handy.

[lupusnonfacit]

Yes.

It's come in well a fair few number of times. At any rate, give me a few hours. I'll prowl around and see what I can turn up.

[facesdeath]

Ace.

[lupusnonfacit]

I won't poison it, so you know.

[facesdeath]

You realize I hadn't even thought about that until you mentioned it.

[lupusnonfacit]

Guess you'll just have to take your chances with me.

[facesdeath]

S'all right by me, I'll just switch the bottles about.

[lupusnonfacit]

Clever, clever boy. Though I promise in all honesty you won't have to worry about anything from me. I won't tamper with food.

[facesdeath]

Good to know, for future reference.