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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz
Neptune-as-Jim pocketed his giant hands into his pockets.
"Strawberries."
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"And... tulips."
...
She/he closed her eyes, almost able to smell the familiar potion with it being corked and not in her possession anymore. "Carpet.... the magic carpet. And sometimes... gold." Like... a snitch.
Just.... there. FYI. Neptune-as-Jim reopened her eyes and... just managed not to retreat entirely. Who exactly had thought this was a good idea again? Gryffindors? Bloody Gryffindors.
This was a TERRIBLE idea. But done.
"You make it sound so complicated. It just smells like your hair. Thats all."
Or well.
"My hair, I guess." Jim-as-Neptune corrected. "What am I supposed to do with it?"