"How? I'm not doing this to curry favour; I'm doing this because it's possible, barely possible I might need someone like that someday."
"Impressive," Rus drawls on seeing Severus' arms. His own skin is several shades darker from being out in the weather a lot. Also, it must be admitted, not socially. "Bets?" he asks, perking up.
"True," Rus agrees nodding. "And since we really didn't, we didn't bother." He'd gotten just as enthusiastic breaking some things himself. Bella was beautiful when she was angry. "Huh," he snorts. "I'll wager it was different after a red win." He clutches his mug so hard he's in danger of breaking it. And it's metal.
I'm guessing the arm he turned over was not the one with the dark mark? ;) The post really doesn't have anything to do with the polyjuice, not overtly anyway. So I'm going to go ahead with it. I will try to be on IM sometime this evening. Ah yes. I'd forgotten. I mean when Rus sees that picture, he's going to go totally ape-shit. The blast of anger on the psychic level (or however it is that it works) will probably shatter windows and give people nosebleeds. It might also be a good time for him to meet Gaav. He'll feel it too. All the ether-dwellers will. :)