"I did, however, have occasion to put them in their place," Holmes tells him, with a trace of a triumphant smile." He shrugs. "Evolutionary biology is not my field of expertise. But I've no doubt something would arise. Nature abhors a vacuum."
"I see," Holmes nods thoughtfully. "It goes beyond the practical, something I am just now coming to realise."
Holmes hands Severus the bag of green pellets, tearing open the blue ones for himself and opening the chamber on the side of the rifle. "This works on the principle of a bolt-action, though you tip the gun to move the ammunition into the chamber, rather than slide the bolt. Ten pellets into the hopper...." he feeds the pellets in one by one. He closes the chamber with a click. "Now you Clayborn," he nods to the other man.
MAN! There is bad juju at your apartment! I was really out of it yesterday, but I seem to be firing on all thrusters correctly today thank the gods!