Rodrec, what were you thinking?!?
> drag him by the fin even if it means he’s bent over at the waist to be down at your level.
Radishes by the fire?
They cook you - you dunderheaded fool!
> You’re yelling because you were terrified for him, actually.
> speaking of which, he’s slightly on fire.
Ovv ovv ovv ovv ovv! Let go!
VVhat?! VVhat are yov…
>Sniffle.
… Is something bvrning?
> Not willing to trust him to have the sense to do that, you march in that direction, intent on dragging him away if necessary.
>Get dragged away.
VVhat on Earth are yov doing Kateri! I vvas enjoying the light of the fire!
I see. Have you discovered any unusual properties in your coat, Mr. Carden, aside from this warmth you speak of?
The smell is very odd as vvell… Hm! As if the radishes are slovvly being cooked as I don them.
…Warm, Mr. Carden? Elaborate, please.
My radish coat is very vvarm. VVarmer than my robes.
Does anybody else find the fact that the fovnders’ names were all svbject to alliteration, bizarre or ironic or something?
I mean look at them. Rovvena Ravenclavv, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hvfflepvff, Salazaar Slytherin. It’s jvst TOO perfect. VVho vvrites this???
