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Originally Posted by lemon

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"Ab..... raham?" What had... what was.... his FACE.

He had to tilt his head backwards to look at Botros properly, even if it hurt his old man neck. Where were the wrinkles? The white hair? The cane? "Is that... y-you?" Merlin, he was going to have a heart attack. Die, even. Someone tell his wife he loved her.

When they finally stopped moving, Sherman disregarded the question and reached out to touch his friend's lifted skin. He settled his hands on Ab's cheeks, turned his face this way and that, touched his blonde curls, and essentially invaded his personal space in all sorts of ways.

"Where's the Fountain of Youth? Where did you find it? We're going to be RICH!" They could buy unicorns! Hey ho!

... his face was squished between Sherman's hands. And now his entire head, including his perfectly-combed hair. Botros pushed his friends' hands away slowly, "Will you stop? It is me. I can prove it." He glanced around sneakily, and leaned in closer, "I know about the rockets underwear." There. Did he believe it was him now?

The fountain of youth was a fairly good suggestion. Botros let the man have his fancies for a moment before crushing them all. "Well, that's the thing. I wasn't nowhere near any fountains in years. Though I'm positive that there's something going on. I've been feeling extraordinary lately, my knees got better," Botros patted his knees with a guilty smile. "Then my hair started growing back, I just wish Debbie could see me right now." His eyes twinkled hopefully for a moment.

"Also get this..." He leaned closer, hands on the table, "Half the staff and student body at Hogwarts are showing signs of aging." GULP. It sounded much worse when he said it out loud like that.