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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Milk and a bit of sugar, thank you," Zacharias said, taking a few more steps inside the flat. He kept his hands at his side, as casual as possible. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Ernie about taking a look at his wrist, and he also wanted to know what was going on in his life. He did like him, after all. Why else would he feel guilty about asking for help?

"What's the spell? If you don't mind me asking." Some people did in his experience, especially if it were experimental or potentially revolutionary. Hell, he could be that way himself about some things. But he could also be curious, which prompted him to take a couple of more steps, these in the direction of the parchments. He wouldn't touch if Ernie didn't want to discuss what he was working on, of course. He wasn't a child anymore who couldn't restrain himself. Still. He was curious about what kind of spell would need a week's worth of research without (he assumed) any mention of it'd been used before. His instincts told him the spell was likely either very dangerous and thus, erased as much as possible, or a complete waste of time and not worth more than vague mention here and there at best.