[PM] to Selphie & Sigyn, [ACTION] for everyone else

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[PM]

If you're still interested, I have those concert tickers for Sadie Pang! If you want them, please say so! They look like they'll be good seats!

-Gakupo


[ACTION]

[Meanwhile, Gakupo is listening to music on his laptop in the quad, thanks to the music player he got from Time Compression. It seems like it's cycling through a playlist, but if anyone listens carefully, one could tell that it's him singing. He also has a pad out and a pencil, jotting down notes feverishly. There's quite a pile of papers held down by a canteen of water so they won't blow away.]

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[jointheclub]

If it's common, you ought to carry something. A little weight or the like.

[Slughorn casually draws his wand, then points it off in the direction of his office.] Accio.

[eggplantallergy]

[And then Gakupo realizes something, once Slughorn takes out his wand. He points at the wand.]

Ah, Harry had a similar wand. [He pauses.] Well, as similar as they get, I think.

[jointheclub]

[The summoned paperweight zooms up and promptly cracks Slughorn in the arm, then drops to the ground. So startled is the wizard that he doesn't even notice.]

Harry? You can't mean Harry!

[eggplantallergy]

[The paperweight came and fell. Gakupo watches as it hits a dumbfound Slughorn on he arm but did nothing in reaction.]

Can you...be more specific?

[jointheclub]

How many wizards named Harry do you know? I only know one, and that is Harry Potter!

[eggplantallergy]

I could have known five! That doesn't mean you get to leave out a last name! [Gakupo points to the ground at the paperweight.] Is that yours?

[jointheclub]

[Slughorn waggles his wand in irritating.]

I was going to loan it to you, but if you don't speak up about Harry, I'll make a Bludger out of it.

[eggplantallergy]

[He doesn't know what a Bludger is, but it sounded like a painful word...]

He was here. That's all. He was a very nice person.

[jointheclub]

And I was retired. Missed him completely. [Slughorn sounds downright mournful about it.]

...oh dear. How old was he?

[eggplantallergy]

Ah...I'm not sure. fifteen? Sixteen?

Was he a friend of yours?

[jointheclub]

Ah.

[Slughorn deflates with a heaved sigh as he tucks his wand away.]

Prized student. Remarkable Potionmaker. A knack for it I haven't seen since his mother. But if he was fifteen, he might not even have known me. Best I didn't meet him here, then. The things I know about that boy! About what happened!