A talking flower! Does it breathe poison?" Igor edged away a little bit. "What's a Pokemon? This is just a toy. It marches up and down, but that's all. Don't be scared!"
"I take it, from your application, that you have spent some time serving as a lab assistant. In addition, an advanced student project would suggest that you are well-educated." As always, he concentrates on the Slytherin question. "Schadenfreude as the name of the bar for which you bartend. In the dark."
"What is the name of a scientist you admire?" Severus was confused.
"A scientist. In which branch of science have you worked?" This was beginning to resemble a job interview. But a man who could prepare chemicals was perhaps adept at preparing potions ingredients.
The man had a grave air. Maybe he was an Evil Scientist. One of the competant ones?
"Dr. Schadenfreude is one of the most brilliant scientists in Malaria. I thought if I had a bar, I'd name it after him." "Biomechanics- a broad field of study, sir. But these days all I do is pull switches." He looked bitter.
Gellert's laughter at the Slytherin question is genuinely amused and light-hearted. "I am pleased to report, for your edification, that Albus Dumbledore has indeed returned from Death, and that he is not 'manky.' He is the former Headmaster and Professor Emeritus. You certainly do not sound useless, but tell me about your magical abilities. Please."
"I...I hardly know what "magic" is. The best I can guess it's something that doesn't have a rational explanation. For example, I don't know exactly how lightning can make things come alive, but it can.
You must have far better reanimation techniques than we do in Malaria."
"Really?" Gellert was interested. "And is it your will that causes Lightning to grant life to the inanimate and insensate? Does this occur often?" The man seemed untrained, but surely he would not be here if he were not wizard. It must be that he held some type of primitive magic, but it could be unique for all that.
"You delight in the sorrow of others?" Akabane asked, referring to the name of the bar. This might be entertaining. And, it was never wise to judge an potential opponent on their looks alone.
A mild disappointment, but nothing was completely decided yet. "I see," Akabane said. "What kind of scientist?" he asked. "And, how are you acquainted with him?"
Oh, the mad scientists of the castle might end up in a bidding war for this one. Lezard could just see it. Having lost his homunculus servant Bellion long ago, he was in the market for an assistant himself. He needed to get in good with this Igor fellow before all the others descended like vultures. Dr. Horrible would be a tough one to beat with that puppylike charm and penchant for song!
Already Snape was here, Lezard noted as he made his way through the sorting room. Curses. The former potions master would surely have made some kind of overture to such a promising lab assistant.
"Greetings," said the mage in his most unctuous of ingratiating tones. "I am Lezard Valeth. May I inquire as to the nature of your being? Do you have the pleasure of being primarily animal, vegetable, or mineral?"
Lezard laughed -- not the most maniacal of the laughs in his repertoire; more the urbane chuckle he'd tried (and only partly succeeded in) cultivating. It sounded a bit like a polite cough made in an attempt to avoid choking.
"I am both and neither," he said with a grand sweep of one gloved hand. "I am no mere mage! I have transcended such dry and meager categorizations. But yes, you are correct to identify me as one who is skilled in sorcery, and as one who delights in the fruits of technology. My special field of research has been the creation and manipulation of homunculi."
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Igor edged away a little bit.
"What's a Pokemon? This is just a toy. It marches up and down, but that's all. Don't be scared!"
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Igor watched the flower carefully. It didn't seem to be attacking, but you couldn't be too careful.
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He wasn't sure if the second part was a question or a statement.
"It's the name of a scientist I admire."
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"A scientist. In which branch of science have you worked?" This was beginning to resemble a job interview. But a man who could prepare chemicals was perhaps adept at preparing potions ingredients.
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The man had a grave air. Maybe he was an Evil Scientist. One of the competant ones?
"Dr. Schadenfreude is one of the most brilliant scientists in Malaria. I thought if I had a bar, I'd name it after him."
"Biomechanics- a broad field of study, sir. But these days all I do is pull switches." He looked bitter.
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"I...I hardly know what "magic" is. The best I can guess it's something that doesn't have a rational explanation. For example, I don't know exactly how lightning can make things come alive, but it can.
You must have far better reanimation techniques than we do in Malaria."
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Evil scientists were always talking about will. He must be one of those.
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I'd name the club after a Doctor Schadenfreude. He's a scientist."
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Already Snape was here, Lezard noted as he made his way through the sorting room. Curses. The former potions master would surely have made some kind of overture to such a promising lab assistant.
"Greetings," said the mage in his most unctuous of ingratiating tones. "I am Lezard Valeth. May I inquire as to the nature of your being? Do you have the pleasure of being primarily animal, vegetable, or mineral?"
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"Uh- animal. You are a scientist? Or a magician?"
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"I am both and neither," he said with a grand sweep of one gloved hand. "I am no mere mage! I have transcended such dry and meager categorizations. But yes, you are correct to identify me as one who is skilled in sorcery, and as one who delights in the fruits of technology. My special field of research has been the creation and manipulation of homunculi."
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