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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan smiled at him and nodded. She thought he might have been being a little self mocking, but whatever the motivation behind his words, they rung true. "You can be definitely terrifying. Anyone can be with the right stimuli and correct application of the pressure." She blinked for a second, hazily trying to remember stories that her Muggle grandfather had once told her as a child; tales of the World Wars that had been far more devastating than any waged by the wizarding world - testament to the ingenuity of the human mind to bring about chaos and destruction even without any genetically encoded magical proclivity to do so. "I think I remember actually," she replied at last. "The vulgar crowd always is taken by appearances, and the world consists chiefly of the vulgar."

"Capital, I'll write out a hundred or so suggestions for you shall I? Any authors you particularly loathe? I know the one's we've discussed but there could be more?"

She waved a dismissive hand. "She'll be fine I think - just call out to me I imagine. I mean I explained the wards and what have you to her while I keyed her into them. So the fact that you pass the IFF wards should be enough for her," she replied, before pausing and moving her hand in the opposite direction. "I will tell her however, seems the right thing to do."

"Of course you don't," she replied darkly, leaning back to give him a look of mock weariness. "You're one of them." She took a contemplative sip of grape juice, trying to push down the vague desire that it be alcoholic. She looked up and smirked at him. "By which I mean, you're one of those people who like yams. I was too of course, until one too many occasions of having them forced on me by my great grandmother." She choked on her juice and spent several seconds coughing furiously before her airways were suitably unobstructed for her to begin to laugh. "I can cook by feel nearly as well as you dear," she replied after more than a minute of nearly manic laughter. "Though I'd have to say that being precise when baking is always a good idea - afterall, it is science for hungry people."