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"Do what," Williamson answered mildly, flipping another essay over and starting on the LAAAAAAAAAST one. Woohoo! Marking was almost done! And then he could take a nap! "What?" He looked up, actually, at the desperation in Finneas' voice. "Losing who? What?"
Willy had to shake his head at Finneas. "Are you alright, Finneas? You look like you could use a ... ah, a curative beverage." Williamson slid out of his chair with a groan and shuffled toward the other side of the fireplace, where there were some glass cups and decanted beverages on a silver cart. "The secret to teaching here is to care less. Don't take things personally. And NEVER let them see you get worked up."
He shuffled back to his coworker with two glasses of amber liquid. "Here, this'll cheer you up." And maybe even put some hair on his scrawny chest. Willy held his glass out for a clinkclink.
The pgymy puff let out a low humming sound of comfort and contentment, enough of a low rumble (or was it a purr?) that even Schmoe would feel it in his hand. Goooooooood, gooooooooooood.
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