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Hyperion Montgomery (adaurorble) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Hyperion lifted an eyebrow and nodded in mute agreement. He and his sister had always favoured one another, though she'd got the Lestrange eyes instead of the Montgomery hazel, and he'd got the Lestrange complexion instead of the Scottish paleness that she exemplified. "Aye, we're rather similar in terms of looks," he agreed with a nod, feeling slightly raw and definitely a bit sad at the topic of conversation.

He noted the way her eyes hardened with a sort of detached interest. Here was someone who had obviously been through the war - the question was, on what side. "I suppose you're right," he agreed with a conciliatory nod. "Although I had a lot of time to ah, become accustomed to it at various times during the War. But surely that's not a conversation for a charms workshop. My apologies."

"Oh it was the Macnair boy," Hyperion replied with a frown, wondering why on earth she was so interested. "We took him into custody and charged him, which was good I suppose."

"Oh aye, Susan showed me hers and I detected the charm - there's no need to be so skittish lass, blood charms like that aren't illegal or anything," he replied reassuringly. "Plus I'm happy to put them on myself if it would make the charms mistresses feel better, I just wouldn't want to mess up the balance of the charms."

"So do you think if I could catch the slippery little bastard, that I could bring it here and someone could look at it," he asked, hoping that she'd say yes. If nothing else it would give Slinkie something to complain about other than the fact that he didn't make enough mess around the place.