 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
What in Merlin's name was that smell? And where was it coming from? As he continued to rapidly fan himself in a poor effort to waft the mysterious smell away, Logan looked around the general area in search of the source of the stink. Had someone sprayed some pungent old lady perfume that smelled like all of the Bott's beans flavours mushed together outside of the junk shop? Or maybe there had been a dungbomb fight inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and the fumes were escaping into the alley?
Of course, the one place he didn't look was right behind him. It wasn't until he heard a more than familiar voice that he did such a thing. The rubbish bin went unnoticed for the blond's eyes were a bit preoccupied as he took in the sight of Vera. Plus he was trying with all his might to not let that awful smell defeat him.
Had they been a few years younger, a comment very likely would have been made about smelling the scent of troll and blaming Vera for it. No such commentary was made, however. In fact, such a thought didn't even come to mind. "Maybe. It's clearly pulled you here," he responded, returning the teasing without second thoughts, especially since he had been reading a certain book that encouraged such things. A smirk was beginning to appear on his lips, but then, without warning, he started to gag. "Can you smell that, or has your job destroyed your sense of smell?"
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