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knittingmugwump in _levicorpus

my old man elbow bumps

Jan 09, 2009 16:36

Characters: Caius Nott and Dumbledore
Setting: St. Mungos, the Pathology department

( my humps my humps )

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mortal_sand January 9 2009, 22:24:15 UTC

I'd tried to do my job for everyone as well as I could yesterday, and written my report honestly, but with more emphasis on the second murder. With good reason. Discarding everyone's supposed alleigences, the second one was the more complex and the most revealing. Either way, I couldn't concentrate on the Prewetts too long, knowing that I'd done some of that. I'd been there. I'd seen it all happen. It was...scary, and I'd decided enough was enough. I wanted to find a better way before I was supposed to kill someone ( ... )

knittingmugwump January 9 2009, 22:44:17 UTC

There was this most darling little hat pattern, but I heard Mr. Nott's nervous voice quietly ask for anyone, which naturally meant me.

I set the literature down and stood, rubbing my right elbow gently as I walked towards the healer. "Ah, yes, that would be me. I believe I made an appointment with you, Sir. For my elbow, you see," I told him quietly. I wasn't sure if he could tell that I was trying to access him from every angle that I was able.

mortal_sand January 9 2009, 22:51:03 UTC

I nodded, as he was doing everything I hoped he would. It was going to go alright. As soon as I got him to the right room, I didn't have to worry any more. "Come this way, then. Follow me." I headed off slowly down the corridor and made sure to hold both hands behind my back, so he could tell I was unarmed. If he was worried, that was. My wand was safely in my pocket. I led him to the small room down the corridor and held the door for him. His elbow. Right.

knittingmugwump January 9 2009, 23:04:05 UTC

I looked at his hands as I followed him down the corridor, as he had put them behind his back for me to see. He didn't have the same worry from me; I was Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and I didn't and wouldn't harm or kill anyone. I studied his hands and the way he walked. A calm, yet nervous walk. Clean, white hands, callouses on his fingers, and a gold wedding ring to top it all off. He was very clean and very neat, and his pace was good and steady.

I passed him and went into his office, holding my head high in my confidence of the situation. I took a seat on the examination table as smoothly as I could and rolled up my sleeve to my sore elbow. "Goodday, Mr. Nott."

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