The Second

[waterworks_cho]

Madam Pomfrey can regrow bones and mend cracked skulls in one night, but she can't even cure the common cold. *sneezes*

Comments

[underthecollar]

Shot o' rum will warm you right up. Say the word and you've got it!

[silverfringe]

...

You do realize that professors can read this, don't you?

[i_like_acidpops]

We can also read the banter between yourself and Mr. Potter.

[silverfringe]

Sorry, sir, but how is that relevant? Neither Potter nor I have ever admitted to possessing alcohol.

[i_like_acidpops]

Oh, just future reference, my boy.

[silverfringe]

... right. Thanks.

This is why I don't like you.

[underthecollar]

Oho, oho, you sly man. And now I am disconcerted. You have nice handwriting, Professor.

[i_like_acidpops]

Why, thank you, Mr. Finnigan!

[underthecollar]

Yep, but I figure they've got better things to do with their time than patrol the journals. That being said, if they want some too they're welcome to it!

[silverfringe]

Do you ever not think about alcohol? Really?

[underthecollar]

I would answer that question if I wasn't so busy thinking about alcohol. Grow a brain, really.

[silverfringe]

Says he who is apparently incapable of thinking about more than one thing at a time.

[waterworks_cho]

Hmm...I've actually never had rum, but this cold is about to drive me crazy. Does it really help you feel better?

[underthecollar]

No. But if you drink enough of it it can make you forget how bad you felt in the first place.

... most likely because you'll now feel worse.