"I mean it's not as if potion making is intuitive to wizardry," Rus goes on, unable to resist at the look on Severus' face. "It isn't even limited to wizards. Everyone makes potions." He shakes his head. "I'm obviously missing something here."
*toasts*
"But it would have been quite a feather in their caps if they would have bested me," he points out. "A fatal feather to be sure; but a feather nonetheless." Rus scowls. "I'd go spit on his grave if I thought I could get away with it."
"Oh no!" Rus holds up his hands. "It was your idea. You be my guest." He glances from the board back to Severus. "Guess it's time to go fetch that bottle then. I'll get more darts while I'm at it." He ambles off to the bar. T2 sees him coming and makes a dive for the gents. Rus can't help but chuckle. He speaks to Alf for a moment and hands over another note. A bottle and six more darts are handed back. T1 looks on with feigned casual interest. Rus mutters something to him and then saunters back. He dumps the darts on the table and cracks open the bottle. "I told them you were cranky," he reports to Severus, "but that you'd mellow if you drank more." He pours a generous tot in Sev's glass. "What can you do with twelve?" he asks, filling his own glass and nodding at the darts.
Well, yes. Whenever we play Clue, I'm always Colonel Mustard. So write them! *salutes* No idea. :D Yes, he was Harry Solomon, the guy who channeled the Big Giant Head. Let's say three. I think that works best. Um, yes, quite probably it would have. Destroying the whole plot of the book if Rus murdered James. ;) Or vise versa (though of course we perish that thought!)