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It was early still, lunch time to be exact and Dieter was doing some exploring, getting in some much needed extra steps. You see, he was afraid that a gut was starting to form... or at least become a more permanent fixture on his tummy. Why did Butterbeer and Firewhiskey and every liquor have to taste so good? Merlin.
He'd wandered a little too far down the rabbit hole, nearly to the end, really, as it didn't get much lower than the Department of Mysteries. He lingered a moment, wondering if Cox was around, if he'd catch that stupid stoic look of his. But it didn't seem likely as it was... kind of quiet. Weird.
Anyway, he turned around to head back upstairs, mentally talking his body out of sweating.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________
_____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine
__________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |