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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan smiled at him winningly. “Oh well I’m glad about that. It’d put a bit of a dampener on our friendship if you were happy that I got injured,” she replied laconically. “And we Aurors are well smart, that’s why we get injured so fucking much.” She felt his eyes on her as she smelled the flowers, and looked up at him, just as he did the thing with his hair, and felt her stomach drop a little bit. He really was ridiculously handsome sometimes, although she couldn’t remember noticing before.

Obligingly, she moved so that he could lie with his head in her lap. “That sounds lovely,” she replied, massaging his scalp. “Nice and warm, anyway.” She paused, theatrically lifting her hands away from his scalp giving him the sort of look one gives an idiot child who is supremely proud of the fact that he’s smeared lipstick all over the dog. “Except for the coma. THERE IS NOTHING LITTLE ABOUT A COMA EDWARD ALI CARMICHAEL!” she took a steadying breath, vaguely wondering why the thought of the idiot in her lap in a coma made her chest constrict quite so much. It wasn’t like she didn’t know that Cursebreakers had a dangerous job. Closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, she grabbed another samosa and ate it savagely. “I can well imagine how Laila has been to be honest,” she said at last, smiling despite herself. “I bet she loved hearing about it, especially if you told her as nonchalantly as you just told me.” She raised an eyebrow as he lifted his shirt, and gingerly ran her fingers over the healing curse scar. “It looks a little like a phoenix,” she said thoughtfully. “And yes, scars are sexy you smug prick.”