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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan shrugged with an appalling lack of concern for the declaration of guilt. "Don't expect me to do anything about it," she said with a smile. "It's not like I didn't kill people in the battle either," she said evenly. "I killed almost every person that was present for my Aunt's death. 'Cept Riddle of course, but I figure Harry killing him was an okay substitute." She decided, rather irrationally perhaps that she liked the woman in front of her. She was simultaneously damaged and incredibly strong, and Susan tended to collect people who fitted into that rather particular category.

"That sounds perfect," she said with a smile and a wave of her hand. "I can always change things up if I need to, and really it's something that just needs basic functions. I don't need a palace to stay the night in the woods."

She watched as Pandora meticulously examined her bag, feeling her lips tug happily. "It isn't at that, I've seem some horrible jobs done with dragonhide jackets," she said with a shudder. Many young aurors inevitably went through a stage of wearing dragonhide jackets to work in an effort to look cool and dangerous. Admittedly, Susan owned several, but she'd never worn them to work, and had placed the extension charms in the pockets with a great deal more finesse than some of the ones she'd seen paraded around the Ministry. "That's lovely of you," she said. "I'll have to remember to add a tip for excellent service," she added, smiling. "Speaking of, how much do I owe?"