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lemon · 02-25-2014, 04:37 AM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Botros nodded his head solemnly, as if he was responsible for this. Well he wasn't... or was he? He rubbed his face, pushing any further thoughts away, and leaned back in his seat. "I've contacted my personal Healer at St. Mungo's. I'm waiting for a reply from her." It was the only thing he felt he could do without having to talk to any of his elderly colleagues. Merlin knew it was both funny and odd talking to them when they looked older than him.

... now Sherman made him grin widely. Botros was too cooped up with sadness and inexplicable guilt over this, he almost forgot the perks. "Well, I'd like to feel the wind through my hair again, you know. And and and I want to do a pie eating contest. Oh, we can go to the amusement park." He laughed shyly. "Can you believe this, a man at his eighty riding the dragon roller-coaster." Bahaha no.

The menu, right. Ab looked over at the big board with the food listed there (because he could see all the way from where they sat!), "How 'bout some Mystery Meat Lasagna and apple juice?" He was feeling adventurous today.

"You have a personal healer?" Had he known of this or had it just slipped his old mind? Sherman scratched his chin pensively, appearing to be in deep thought. The youth seemed nice, but it must have been unsettling as well. To be around people and have them stare at him in awe, to be estranged from his students because of it, to have everyone he knew see him differently... quite frankly, it sounded a bit overwhelming.

And Merlin knew he couldn't have managed such a ordeal as well as Abraham could. He had an immense of amount of respect for his friend at that moment. Not that he'd ever admit it, of course.

"Oh, yes, because you have your hair back now. I could wear a toupee!" And then they'd be similar again! Somewhat. "And you're a middle-aged man now, meaning you gain weight like one. Watch those pies." Would Debbie approve?

Amusement parks sounded good too, but food sounded better. "I like apple juice. How about you get two servings of that lasagna, and after you try some and ensure me it's not niffler or such that I'm eating, I dig in?" He was the young one, after all.

02-25-2014, 04:37 AM	#49 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,000 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year x12 x12	Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Botros nodded his head solemnly, as if he was responsible for this. Well he wasn't... or was he? He rubbed his face, pushing any further thoughts away, and leaned back in his seat. "I've contacted my personal Healer at St. Mungo's. I'm waiting for a reply from her." It was the only thing he felt he could do without having to talk to any of his elderly colleagues. Merlin knew it was both funny and odd talking to them when they looked older than him. ... now Sherman made him grin widely. Botros was too cooped up with sadness and inexplicable guilt over this, he almost forgot the perks. "Well, I'd like to feel the wind through my hair again, you know. And and and I want to do a pie eating contest. Oh, we can go to the amusement park." He laughed shyly. "Can you believe this, a man at his eighty riding the dragon roller-coaster." Bahaha no. The menu, right. Ab looked over at the big board with the food listed there (because he could see all the way from where they sat!), "How 'bout some Mystery Meat Lasagna and apple juice?" He was feeling adventurous today. "You have a personal healer?" Had he known of this or had it just slipped his old mind? Sherman scratched his chin pensively, appearing to be in deep thought. The youth seemed nice, but it must have been unsettling as well. To be around people and have them stare at him in awe, to be estranged from his students because of it, to have everyone he knew see him differently... quite frankly, it sounded a bit overwhelming. And Merlin knew he couldn't have managed such a ordeal as well as Abraham could. He had an immense of amount of respect for his friend at that moment. Not that he'd ever admit it, of course. "Oh, yes, because you have your hair back now. I could wear a toupee!" And then they'd be similar again! Somewhat. "And you're a middle-aged man now, meaning you gain weight like one. Watch those pies." Would Debbie approve? Amusement parks sounded good too, but food sounded better. "I like apple juice. How about you get two servings of that lasagna, and after you try some and ensure me it's not niffler or such that I'm eating, I dig in?" He was the young one, after all. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.