Jun 30, 2005 17:20
Cuthbert steps out of the bar and walks toward the lake, one hand rubbing the back of his neck.
He's trying to figure out whether the fact that talking to three teenage girls just gave him such a headache is wrong, or only natural.
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She comes outside and stands near the door, looking after Cuthbert, and it's clear she's not certain whether or not to approach-- so she waits, for now.
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Withhout turning around, "Well. That was fun."
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"Thee had to find out, I know."
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"I'm glad I was wrong, this time. Just don't tell Meg I said so, or she'll never let me forget it."
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"And I won't be telling Meg, never in life." Her tone hardens a little. "She and I don't agree on some things, say true."
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His tone isn't quite curt--but if it weren't Susan he's speaking to, it might be.
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He's sorry if it hurt her.
But not sorry he said it.
Finally he turns enough to see where Susan's gaze is directed.
Almost a mumble, "I wouldn't want to see her roses burn, either."
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(a rose of perfect beauty)
"Nay, thee wouldn't, say true."
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He's not in the most talkative of moods.
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"'Bert? Did'ee know what were to be done with Barty Crouch?"
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"I'd heard he was to be let out of the cells soon, but no more than that--why do you ask?"
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(horses of courses)
"I met sai Bigby tonight."
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"He's to be released soon, as ye said-- but he's still to be punished, do'ee ken?"
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