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[borgin and burkes]
Another day at Borgin and Burkes, and Caroline is bored out of her mind. She hasn't seen Sully in several days, and business has been pretty slow. She's dusted everything she can dust. Ugh. She pokes through another book that's caught her eye, but it's turning out to be a disappointment.
"At this rate, I might go back to freelancing," she grumbles to herself. "At least I wasn't bored back then." Well, she wasn't. But no, she's not actually that bored.
"At this rate, I might go back to freelancing," she grumbles to herself. "At least I wasn't bored back then." Well, she wasn't. But no, she's not actually that bored.
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He has his wand out and raised as soon as the Dementor makes it to the door. He feels that chill straight to his bones. He knows he's not the only one, either; Aristotle is rapidly feeling like a squishy little icecube in his pocket. That'll have to be dealt with rather soon. He hesitates instead of casting his patronus.
Caroline has no such hesitation, however. He watches as the creatures are chased off by a rather impressively big white shark. He'd thank her, but the first thing he does is go to cover the Aristotle-filled shirt pocket with his hands. He's already too cold, though apparently still lively enough to grasp at his owner's fingers with his tentacles. He'd dropped his quill sometime during the encounter, though.
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He moves backwards in slow, carefully measured steps. First one approaching, then a second. The sidle up into the doorway and it's like a punch in the stomach, again. He feels the blood drain from his face,and the sort of full-body chill that always ends in shivering. He backs up until his shoulder hits a shelf. He hardly notices. All he can really focus on are the Dementors and their quiet murmurs.
He may hardly notice Caroline cast her spell, but he definitely notices when a big ass shark patronus swims through the air like it's going to have a Dementor meal.
He only shifts his gaze away when the things are gone. And then, it's only to regard Caroline with a slightly-amused arched brow. "A goddamn shark?"
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She tucks her wand back into its holder and turns to look at the two men. Nygma seems all right, but the little octopus looks unhappy. "Would a warming charm help him any?" She's not sure if it would interfere with whatever else he's cast on Aristotle or even be much good for an octopus, but. Sully looks rough, though. Rough enough that she'll go along with his comment instead of being annoyed. "And yet people continue to fuck with me," she says in a long suffering voice, spreading her hands in a gesture of disbelief.
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His attention goes back to his chilly little octopus, scooping him out of his pocket after retrieving the quill from the ground. "Actually... Would you mind terribly if I borrowed that jar again? He liked it quite a bit." He could conjure a container, but if the jar makes Aristotle happy, he'd rather that.
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The candy bars end up on the counter between the three of them, all the same. "Got these on my way back. Don't think they'd do me any good though, so they're all yours."
And to his credit, he even looks at Nygma while saying that. It's then he finally notices the other sea creature. He has to stare in disbelief for a second before opening his mouth again. "Is that really an octopus?"
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Then she turns to look back at Sully. "And they say Dark witches and wizards can't cast it," she says with a wry smile. And oh, is that chocolate? Caroline tentatively reaches for one of the bars. "You sure? Thanks Sully."
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The presented chocolate gets eyed a little, but he's not about to refuse. "Thank you, Sullivan." He plucks one of the bars off the counter, not pausing in his unwrapping when he answers Sully's question. "Indeed. He's a very special octopus."
And not just because he was interesting to acquire, either. He reaches in to pat the little thing once he's started in on his chocolate. It seems a silly remedy to him even now, but if it works, well...
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He just settles in against the counter, leaning over to watch the octopus in the jar. He's fairly sure he's seen one of these on tv before, on some BBC nature documentary. He's fairly sure it might even be venomous, which is probably the least surprising thing about Eddie's octopus pet. "That's actually a pretty fuckin cool pet."
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He extracts his hand from the jar and shakes off the water, watching her rummaging around and producing more fish from her bag. "It can't hurt." Instead of taking the offered fish, he just slides Aristotle's jar closer to Caroline. "Why don't you?"
He's fairly certain Aristotle won't bite her, at least.
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"Hey Aristotle," she says brightly. "Would you like this?" She holds the piece of fish out to him, hand just above the water. He seems like an even tempered little thing, but Dementors would make anybody edgy.
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It doesn't take Aristotle terribly long to notice someone's offering him food. He folds the glasses, setting them aside before pulling himself up the side of the jar some, as if to get a better look. He's a little timid in reaching out and taking the fish from her. Once it seems he's certain it's safe, though, he more or less ends up hanging from her hand with a couple tentacles around her fingers. She gave him more fish, so why not.
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...Don't say 'very carefully.'
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Aristotle's a relatively uninspired brown-orange, at the moment. He's far more interested in getting all the attention ever than maybe nipping someone. He really is probably the most spoiled cephalophod alive.