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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

If he were honest, something didn't sound right about the spell Ernie was researching. There had to be a reason there wasn't much to be found about it, and, somehow, he doubted it had anything to do with it having originated in Zimbabwe. But he couldn't quite get a handle on what it was about the spell that bothered him. Was it the fact that Ernie wasn't going to do research work? Was it the fact that it sounded similar to the magic in Time Turners but entirely different at the same time? Or was it just his own nature kicking in, to doubt and second guess and question at every turn until he knew what something was? Whatever it was, he decided not to say anything until he had a better handle on it. Ernie seemed happy, excited, about this possibility, and, until he knew more himself, he decided to give him a smile and say, "Just be careful, yeah? Don't want to be visiting you in St. Mungo's with a get well present."

Zacharias took a few sips of tea, taking a moment to buy himself time. That guilt still curled around the bottom of his stomach. Somehow, he doubted Ernie would entirely believe that he'd suddenly had a vision about the spell and wanted to come chat with him about it. Not that he didn't care about Ernie or what was going on in his life. He did. He wouldn't have shown up outside and bothered to knock if he didn't. He wouldn't have noticed things in his flat if he didn't. But he wasn't oblivious to the fact that they weren't the closest of friends. He shifted and put his cup down, then held up his right wrist, suppressing a wince the sight of swelling and a few small bruises forming.

"I banged it up. Thought I felt a crunching, but I thought I'd ask a professional before spending all night in hospital just to be told I'd sprained it." And, for the most part, that was the truth.