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[cockofthewok]

[Sirius is ripping apart his room, his wand in the back poclet of his jeans.]

It was on the bloody counter a minute ago. [He runs his hand through his hair in irritation.]

Where's my god dammed wand?!

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[itsahotone]

In your pants?

[Buh dum psh!]

[cockofthewok]

My pan-

[Yes, he'd forgotten he was even WEARING pants. He feels around till he finds his wand and pulls it out.]

Thanks.

[Then he peers into the comm.]

Who's this?

[itsahotone]

...You actually carry a stick around in your pants.

[Pauuuuse. What was the question? Oh.]

Santana.

[cockofthewok]

[There's a long pause as he tries to remember the spell he was about to cast before he'd forgotten where his wand was. Then he gives up and casts a cleaning charm instead. This place is filthy for some reason.]

I what? Stick, pants, right. Yeah, I carry one.

Nice name.

[rebelroses]

Jesus... Are you sure it was on the counter? I can help, if you'd like.

[cockofthewok]

Santana said it was in my pocket.

Have you seen a big black - oh wait, that's me.

[rebelroses]

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[cockofthewok]

Rose? Rosie?