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Was he taking his words literally? Lulz. Dude had a lot to learn about Whitty and his weird -- but WHITTY -- remarks. Maybe in time he'll learn. MAYBE. Just like he'd make sure how learn all about how the guy managed to look like he'd walked out of a rock concert. "It's just an expression, mate," In case he didn't know. "Besides, it'd be quite an achievement to get your wand to bend round in a knot." And they'd be terrible at magic, like the guy had said. "Dunno, man, some people are terrible at this stuff. Blowing things up accidentally and causing funny effects and whatnot. But mind you, it's dead funny to see."
What.
In the name of.
MERLIN?!
Who WAS this kid, some sort of detective? Jeez, man. Did people need a tragic backstory to get what they wanted? "WELL, it's a matter of personal preference. I just like my beds extra soft." Shrug. And he had been here for a year already so he felt like he COULD get away with this. Clearly not. MAN. The boy received another shrug from Grayson at his next bought of questions. "I'd rather not take the chances," he said, laying back on the bed, his knees drawn up and with right left ankle resting above his right knee, "Sometimes you're nice and you get hurt. Can't risk any--"
Pause.
"WHY am I telling you this? And who are you?" C'mon. Name. Spill.
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