Owl to Dr. Maturin, unwarded, as he doesn't know howdrmonologueSeptember 21 2007, 05:52:05 UTC
Dr. Maturin,
Thank you so much for the kind message, and for the offer. If you don't mind my asking, what would being your assistant entail? I'm currently invested in my own research and can't afford to abandon it, obviously.
I found our discussion of the sciences very interesting, though, and I can't say that sharing your lab space isn't an appealing thought. It's been some time since I've had any at all, and it comes very much in handy, doesn't it?
At any rate, I would certainly very much like to have another talk. I'm sending this as forward notice and will be there shortly with your house-elf.
Rather than pen a message that would likely not arrive by owl until well after Mohinder had left with Aloysius, Stephen opted simply to wait in the lab. He might have had tea or coffee or something waiting, except that he thought it a very bad idea to ingest anything deliberately in the lab, as that might result in also ingesting something different accidentally. He expected a fellow scientist to understand such a necessary breach in hospitality.
Anyway he had books to offer, which would be much more welcome than tea, he felt certain.
Aloysius used the agreed-upon special knock to signal that the expected visitor would be entering. (There were sometimes unexpected visitors, you see.) This ensured that Stephen greeted his guest with an actually human expression, as opposed to some kind of snarl of annoyance.
Had Mohinder known of the extra effort Stephen had gone to, via the special knock, to treat Mohinder with human decency he surely would have appreciated it. He was, of course, quite pleased by the invitation and very much looking forward to seeing the Potions Master again, and needed no such special preparation. But then, his facial expressions tended more towards the vacant blank serious than the surly.
He also sometimes lacked Stephen's foresight, and to be polite had brought along a tin of tea biscuits he'd acquired from the kitchens.
As Aloysius ushered him inside he couldn't resist a good look around; he was curious by nature, and he'd found Stephen to be a rather fascinating person. The lab was not in the least disappointing -- Mohinder found himself both intrigued and right at home. He smiled brightly at Stephen and held out a hand to shake in greeting. "Dr. Maturin. A pleasure to see you again."
"Dr Suresh." Leaving his pile of messy notes aside on one of the tables -- scarred, old wood it was, pitted with the carnage of untold past experiments by Stephen's predecessors -- Stephen stepped forward to shake the offered hand. "On the contrary, it is my pleasure, my very great pleasure to meet with you again." Not knowing of Mohinder's desert island mishap, he had feared the other scientist might have succumbed to a pre-popcorn haze of nonexistence. "You see before you the sanctum sanctorum, as it were. This is the laboratory into which no students are allowed. There is the potions classroom for that, and for the medical students Mistress Nutter and myself have contrived the John Aubrey Memorial Laboratory. This, though, is where I do my own work, and where potions masters before me have done theirs. I confess some of the more arcane equipment is quite beyond my own needs or comprehension." He waved a hand toward some Rube Goldberg contraption of glass pipes and tubes collecting dust in a corner.
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Thank you so much for the kind message, and for the offer. If you don't mind my asking, what would being your assistant entail? I'm currently invested in my own research and can't afford to abandon it, obviously.
I found our discussion of the sciences very interesting, though, and I can't say that sharing your lab space isn't an appealing thought. It's been some time since I've had any at all, and it comes very much in handy, doesn't it?
At any rate, I would certainly very much like to have another talk. I'm sending this as forward notice and will be there shortly with your house-elf.
Sincerely,
Dr. Mohinder Suresh
PS: Duelling? What kind of duelling?
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Anyway he had books to offer, which would be much more welcome than tea, he felt certain.
Aloysius used the agreed-upon special knock to signal that the expected visitor would be entering. (There were sometimes unexpected visitors, you see.) This ensured that Stephen greeted his guest with an actually human expression, as opposed to some kind of snarl of annoyance.
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He also sometimes lacked Stephen's foresight, and to be polite had brought along a tin of tea biscuits he'd acquired from the kitchens.
As Aloysius ushered him inside he couldn't resist a good look around; he was curious by nature, and he'd found Stephen to be a rather fascinating person. The lab was not in the least disappointing -- Mohinder found himself both intrigued and right at home. He smiled brightly at Stephen and held out a hand to shake in greeting. "Dr. Maturin. A pleasure to see you again."
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