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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

She sombered too, feeling a harsh pang of sympathy for the girl alongside a fierce anger that a child had been harmed. "Too bad you couldn't send him off the roof," she said bluntly. "Obliviators never get everything." Not with trauma anyway. An idea struck her but she filed if away for later thought.

Dora had to content herself with a nod and a short comment; anymore and she'd end up arguing with him, and she really didn't want to right now. She wanted one fucking memory of them post Azkaban that wasn't full of hard words. "There's more grey in thr world than many think," she said and shrugged before moving the conversation on.

Her lips quirked faintly - even fondly - behind a fall of red hair. Fashionable. Some things never changed. It was an oddly comforting thought. "We'll send an owl as each item is finished,"she informed him.

Dora leaned against the counter, not in any hurry to rush him out despite the turmoil within her that wanted to roil out of her in a lash of magic. It had been SO long. "Those all sound practical and doable," she said. "Pensieves are generally made to order, but we stock the razors. Watches depend precisely on what you want and what you want them to do."