Yea Gods Harper, although normally I let you continue to ponce about like you do I simply must put my foot down on your Merlin Complex, I very highly doubt that the bedpan boy is making respectable medical conclusions on true patients. Honestly Harper.
I said "help", Draco, a mere "help". You know, who gets the bed pan and who doesn't can really impact who lives and who dies...
Will do.
~SWITCH~
Harper had been away from his peers for majority of the summer, missing parties trapped in the walls of St. Mungo’s fletching this and ‘caring’ for that. If he was lucky, he would observe a healer attempt to uplift an unliftable jinx or something of that nature. Still he had learned a lot and grown a lot. On the outside he had started to become what his family had hoped for; a respectable pureblood healer to carry on the Harper name. On the inside, his self hate, self loathing and manic behavior ran deeper than before
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Merlin, that's an incredible turnover time. Draco sassed into his glass as his lips found the straw to his pina colada, something that was quickly becoming a nightly routine.
He pretty much floated in what can only be described as a decadent manner, down the sprawling foyer staircase of the Manor. He was wearing a thin black dress robe in the proper Wizarding fashion- commando.
A scream gently came up from beneath the floor boards, and disappeared as quickly as it had come. Draco completely ignored it, and looked at Harper as though he expected the same.
Harper nodded in agreement in the direction of Draco. “I do. That last attack has kept us busy needless to say. “ pausing for a second before clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “ The attack needed to be done though. The Dark Lord only has our best interest in mind” Daniel spoke referring to typical pureblood bigotry.
Changing topics quickly, “What has become of it all? I keep hearing of this party and that party? Yet, THAT BLOODY WARD KEEPS ME FROM IT ALL!” Harper barked in a manic tone. “What is the word with the rest of the house?” he added.
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Swing by the Manor if you're free soon.
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Will do.
~SWITCH~
Harper had been away from his peers for majority of the summer, missing parties trapped in the walls of St. Mungo’s fletching this and ‘caring’ for that. If he was lucky, he would observe a healer attempt to uplift an unliftable jinx or something of that nature. Still he had learned a lot and grown a lot. On the outside he had started to become what his family had hoped for; a respectable pureblood healer to carry on the Harper name. On the inside, his self hate, self loathing and manic behavior ran deeper than before ( ... )
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He pretty much floated in what can only be described as a decadent manner, down the sprawling foyer staircase of the Manor. He was wearing a thin black dress robe in the proper Wizarding fashion- commando.
A scream gently came up from beneath the floor boards, and disappeared as quickly as it had come. Draco completely ignored it, and looked at Harper as though he expected the same.
Finally got a moment to yourself I see.
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Changing topics quickly, “What has become of it all? I keep hearing of this party and that party? Yet, THAT BLOODY WARD KEEPS ME FROM IT ALL!” Harper barked in a manic tone. “What is the word with the rest of the house?” he added.
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