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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan snorted and nodded. "I sometimes miss the times when things were simpler. Not that we had an idyllic childhood, what with Voldemort turning up at the school every other year." She tilted her head and repressed a snort at Lucy's hesitant declaration of cursebreaking as 'exciting.' "I don't know that breaking into old tombs and getting your eyebrows blasted off by three thousand year old automated curses is exactly my idea of exciting... But then I regularly chase people down, pepper them with hexes, and make them cry for their mothers so what would I know eh?"

She blinked several times, and then began to laugh weakly. "Sorry dear, I forget that you wouldn't a) be used to knives flying at you all the time, and b) probably didn't use magic much while cooking in your old house." She poured the onions into the saucepan with some olive oil, and began absently breaking the meat up. "Merlin's teeth that sounds amazing! What do you need for it, I think one of the stallholders at the goblin markets is Mexican, maybe we could get some of the stuff from her?"

"So," she said, in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner. "What's the whole deal with you being advised to live away from Muggles? Is it an issue with your erm, magic?" She started breaking up the meat with a wooden spoon, before remembering that she needed garlic, and pointing at a jar of it to summoning it to herself. "I was going to ask around, but I thought that would be a bit invasive of me." She finished breaking up the meat and turned to look at her friend. "I figure when received the journal it kind of helped set you on the path again, yes?"