[Yep, Mama Chapel's checking in on everyone, per usual. She has to do this every time things get too weird, you see. Today, she's sitting at her office desk, in her usual attire of a long-sleeved shirt under her scrub top, her gloves sitting on the desk for now. Around her neck is a snake. He's not enormous, but he's far from small, about the size
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Er...I wouldn't say he belongs to me, but...I'm familiar with him.
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Familiar I'll take, so long as it identifies him. You really ought to keep a better eye on him, though, sir.
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Did you want to come pick him up?
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He politely knocks on her office door and waits. He wanted to thank her in person anyway.]
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[And she's sitting at her desk, writing in a file. Her pen, perhaps unprofessionally, is pink.]
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Ah, Mister Potter. You're back. How's the shoulder?
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[There's a pause as Christine reaches forward to adjust the setting on her watch, snake still around her neck.] There, I've just locked our exchange. Now I can ask why you're inquiring.
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