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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan gave Dean a penetrating glance for a moment, trying by sheer force of will to ascertain exactly what had happened to lead to this particular situation. The fact that he hadn't lit a candle or used any tonic seemed to indicate that the situation was either midler than a full-blown breakdown or worse, an insight that was essentially useless.

In response to his question she glanced over to the clock on the mantlepiece, noting the movement of the planets on it's face. "It's nearly four o'clock, dear," she said, her voice gentle but nevertheless containing a hint of steel. "Pray tell, why are you asleep on my sofa at quarter to four on a Monday afternoon - particularly on the day of your birthday?" She thought of the stack of presents sitting neatly in her bedroom, and negligently waved her wand to summon them, depositing them in a similarly neat pile on the coffee table.