Well, things had been going acceptably. Even the fairly drastic situation with the truth-compelling chocolates and the Hogwarts intranet had been salvageable.
Therefore, he sauntered through the halls of Hogwarts at what might safely be considered an ungodly, singing a
jaunty song with gusto. The kitchen was his planned destination, a snack was
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He sat in a dimly lit corner of the kitchen, as still as a statue. Blue eyes were distant, unfocused as he did a bit of psychic rearranging. After over nine hundred years, a periodic tidying up was in order. The only indication that he was even aware of his surroundings was the steaming mug that he would sometimes raise to his lips.
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Frustration bled into dry amusement. Making me ask twice in one trip? You always were persistent.
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He kept himself tightly coiled, contained. Was he afraid of the answer? Or was he bracing for the truth? After so long, he couldn't be entirely sure which.
Please.
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But the one thing the Doctor was never able to resist was curiosity. It had nearly gotten him killed in multiple regenerations. And he was about to follow it again into what was likely going to be Serious Trouble.
"Then show me. If not here, then where?"
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