An owl had been sent to Apos. It had taken a long time for it to be delivered, because of the aformentioned detention, but it was finally in his hands (definitely in his hands, since it has not caught fire).
It said:
Dear Mr. Apos:
My name is Charles Ofdensen, I am the Defense Against Dark Arts professor. I have heard of a certain...abnormality of yours that I could find useful in my lessons, and I would like to discuss the possibility of hiring you as a test subject. I assure you, this will be beneficial to both of us.
If you are interested, owl me a response and meet me in my office.
"Too...violent?" Shito asked, frowning. He took the plate and pulled it closer to himself. He wasn't terribly familiar with the foods on it, or at least not in this particular presentation. He frowned at the plate and then picked up a fork and knife to mix the eggs with the sauce and scoop it onto the bread.
Watching, Apos felt somewhat horrified. A hand rose, pressed to his mouth and tears gathered at his eyes. Oh, that yolk was like--like... And the sauce...
A purple monstrosity squeezed with some effort between table and bench, so that in effect it was sitting next to Apos.
The Great Hall's seating arrangements were not Tubby-friendly. The Narrator might have to make some kind of disability-related protest to the Sorting Hat, to provide Tinky Winky with a more suitable chair, even if it couldn't be the traditional Tubby dinner-table chair. Tinky Winky's bulk was constrained unpleasantly by the table's edge; it made a crease right across the middle of his tummy telly.
"Eh-oh," he said to the sad-looking pigtailed person. "Tinky Winky."
Apos was not quite the same. China saw this, she was in a prime view point a few tables back from him, her raisin toast melting the butter lightly spread over it, and her rose with french vanilla tea steaming gently in the breeze. Her glacial stare bore into the back of his head, imagining a plethora of different scenarios where China felt somewhat better in herself, but each growing in the explicitness of Apos' death. Though she felt enticed to delivery such misery's upon him, she disliked the increase of hatred and fury that those fantasies procured. She was a lady for heaven's sakes, a business woman no less. She was not about to let some toad ruin her well maintained collectedness. Still, the change in his demeanour interested her to no end. China had not seen hide nor hair of Apos for near three months, or the like for the world she had found herself accustomed. The last she saw him, it was during her application, and that was a memory she had come to terms with. He would not rattle her anymore. No man had ever held such power
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It said:
Dear Mr. Apos:
My name is Charles Ofdensen, I am the Defense Against Dark Arts professor. I have heard of a certain...abnormality of yours that I could find useful in my lessons, and I would like to discuss the possibility of hiring you as a test subject. I assure you, this will be beneficial to both of us.
If you are interested, owl me a response and meet me in my office.
Charles Ofdensen
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Turning the letter over, he politely asked a house elf for a pen and thanked them for it on receiving it.
He wrote:
Mr. Charles,
I am interested. I will meet you tomorrow, if that is a good time for you.
Apos
He didn't feel quite up to talking with anyone at the moment. He gave the response to an elf, had them take it to Charles directly.
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Agreed. See you tomorrow, then.
Charles Ofdensen
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He threaded his fingers around his cup, looked over at Shito with a bit of a pained look.
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The Great Hall's seating arrangements were not Tubby-friendly. The Narrator might have to make some kind of disability-related protest to the Sorting Hat, to provide Tinky Winky with a more suitable chair, even if it couldn't be the traditional Tubby dinner-table chair. Tinky Winky's bulk was constrained unpleasantly by the table's edge; it made a crease right across the middle of his tummy telly.
"Eh-oh," he said to the sad-looking pigtailed person. "Tinky Winky."
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He held out his pumpkin juice. "Would you like some?"
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"What that?"
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"Do you drink pumpkin juice?" He knew of people who only ate hot potatoes and spaghetti after all.
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