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[ferretprince]

Hmph. As if this place couldn't possibly be any more dreary.

[As per usual, Draco doesn't sound particularly thrilled about life here in World's End, likely due to the sudden onslaught of rain. But who can blame him? The humidity makes his hair limp and he looks a bit like a drowned rodent - granted, Granger probably has it worse, what with

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[dragon_savior]

You could always help me fix the library roof.

...And figure out how to patch up the stonework that I wrecked.

[voice]

[ferretprince]

Are you hard of hearing? I quite clearly stated that I don't want to do something productive - and those certainly sound like work to me.

[voice]

[dragon_savior]

Alternatively, you could stop being so prissy, and you might end up with some fish on your table for a little work, seeing as you've got nothing else to do.

[voice]

[ferretprince]

[There's a short pause.]

...Fish? You're saying that if I help you fix a roof in the middle of a torrential rainstorm - an activity which could possibly result in one or both of us being electrocuted by the odd bolt of lightning, or we could simply slip off the building and fall to our death - that you'll give me fish?

I'm afraid I'll have to decline.

[illusivetactics]

What a terrible thing it would be, to take part in anything useful.

[voice]

[ferretprince]

Oh good, someone who agrees.

[His response is equally sarcastic.]