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Hyperion Montgomery (adaurorble) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Hyperion quirked an eyebrow at her, the ghost of a smile at his lips. "Oh aye, I'll grant you that it's slightly amusing in terms of the items he used," he replied with a nod, before dropping his face into a more sombre expression. "They expect the little girl whose throat was nearly torn out by a steak knife to make a full recovery. I mean, she'll have trauma but the Obliviators will hopefully be able to fix some of that."

The woman bit her tongue for a moment as pain flooded her eyes at his sentence, further confirming to Hyperion that he was probably talking to his sister. He went blank for a moment, wondering how on earth they were having a rational and normal conversation. "I may be stuck in my mother's black and white worldview, but even I know that there are shades of grey, and not everyone had a complete choice in their actions - even if it doesn't quite excuse them," he said with a nod. "An Auror who kills or maims unnecessarily is just as bad as a dark witch or wizard - more so even, because the law will protect them."

He nodded as she began to tally up the cost. "I think the same type of jacket yes, something mildly fashionable that I can wear in Muggle and Magical London, aye," he said with a smile, hoping the woman - his sister - wouldn't think him too vain. "I'll pick them up next week, or have Susan do it for me since she made me get her stuff." He looked around for a moment, trying to think of something to add to the list that would prolong the conversation. "I was just hit with the possibility of maybe getting a pensieve," he added, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Also a new watch and a razor that never dulls. What do you think?"