[Every time she thinks back on what she's written, she gets a crawling feeling in her stomach--and then she goes and throws herself into something else. Her room is now remarkably tidy, her cat has been brushed within an inch of his life, and all her books are alphabetized by subject.
Finally, finally, he replies, and she's quicker to answer this time. It matters more than she'd like to admit, the fact that none of what he says is accusatory or dismissive.]
I don't think speaking with Professor Snape will be necessary. If he still has doubts about my role in the fire, I'll set him straight.
[And it won't be kindly. Luckily, he seems to have realized quite how daft his questions were the night it happened; she hasn't yet heard from him since.]
Please will you keep me aware of whatever you find out? Aside from that, I don't think there's anything else that needs to be said.
[Of course it has to be about this--at least, that's what she assumes. He's been speaking to her as a witness, and so her thoughts are pointed in that direction.]
[He has a mental image of Snape getting a thorough tongue-lashing if he steps out of line again, and it brings a little smile to his face. It's good to see she's still got spirit, even after death.]
Once we get to work on it, I won't be able to tell you details until it's over. This isn't because I want to withhold information from you or downplay what happened in it, your role, that you have a stake in the outcome. It's just the process of things. When we get everything straightened out and have a solid answer, I will let you know myself before I tell anyone else. Good for you?
[All right, mostly her brother. But the point remains--if they're to be on first-name basis, and she isn't calling him William, then...]
There is one thing, and it's rather silly, so if you're too busy, I entirely understand, but...I believe I was promised one of those cheeseburgers of yours, at one point.
[Inviting yourself to dinner is rude! But wanting to have some company is kind of an excuse, right? She hopes so. Otherwise, oops.]
[Oh, has he earned a nickname? A friend—granted, Will's not used to friendship and the few people he had who tried to claim it don't think so highly of him at this point (or too highly, in one's case), so even the word is strange to see. He actually stares at it like it's a piece of evidence he somehow has absolutely no experience with, and it a way? It rather is.]
Evy, then. I'm still Will. [It rhymes! No titles have followed him here, especially not Special Investigator.] It's not silly at all. You were promised a cheeseburger, I remember that. With bacon, if you want. You mentioned turnips, too.
So at what point would you like to get together for that?
[Feeding the masses, stealing their dogs. This wasn't his design, but he's not going to complain.]
[Still Will! Probably the best rhyme he could hope for at this point. He is contemplative.]
Considering that I'm asking myself over immediately after being questioned about my own death, I think there's a certain level of absurdity worth acknowledging. [And also, it's still kind of rude of her, but he doesn't seem to mind. He hasn't said anything, anyway.] Whatever evening is best for you should be fine. I haven't got much going on outside of my classes right now.
[It's not so rude, not when she's asking. Will has dropped in on people with absolutely no warning before because of needing company or to vent; he wouldn't be able to talk on it even if it was rude.]
How about tomorrow? Give me time to get everything together that I'll need to make it as perfect as possible.
[He's not such a baker, really, but there's plenty of places to ask and get things and yes. He will make oven-made smore-like desserts come hell or high water.]
[Her first thought is, oh, no, I'll be too full from tea with Dr. McCoy, and that's the moment when she realizes that she's managed to schedule two social engagements at nearly the same time.
Oops.
Luckily, since Evy has never heard the term "situation comedy" in her life, she doesn't think to try and meet both gentlemen, possibly in the same location while wearing cunning disguises.]
Now that I've invited myself over for dinner, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask to reschedule. I'm so sorry--I only just remembered that I've already promised to have tea with someone else tomorrow afternoon. Would the day after be all right?
[It's understandable for someone who's recently died in a fire and come back to have their mind a little jumbled. He's not upset by it, not going to ask who it is she's having tea with. If she feels safe with them, hopefully she is. There's no need for him to get into her business.]
You don't need to apologize. [He's not offended she didn't refuse to snuggle because he's out of his mind. There's no harm done.] Tea is better for you than bacon cheeseburgers. The day after is perfectly all right, yes.
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Finally, finally, he replies, and she's quicker to answer this time. It matters more than she'd like to admit, the fact that none of what he says is accusatory or dismissive.]
I don't think speaking with Professor Snape will be necessary. If he still has doubts about my role in the fire, I'll set him straight.
[And it won't be kindly. Luckily, he seems to have realized quite how daft his questions were the night it happened; she hasn't yet heard from him since.]
Please will you keep me aware of whatever you find out? Aside from that, I don't think there's anything else that needs to be said.
[Of course it has to be about this--at least, that's what she assumes. He's been speaking to her as a witness, and so her thoughts are pointed in that direction.]
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Once we get to work on it, I won't be able to tell you details until it's over. This isn't because I want to withhold information from you or downplay what happened in it, your role, that you have a stake in the outcome. It's just the process of things. When we get everything straightened out and have a solid answer, I will let you know myself before I tell anyone else. Good for you?
[Procedures can be such a pain sometimes.]
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I understand.
Thank you, Will.
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You're welcome, Evelyn. You need anything I can help you with, just let me know.
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[All right, mostly her brother. But the point remains--if they're to be on first-name basis, and she isn't calling him William, then...]
There is one thing, and it's rather silly, so if you're too busy, I entirely understand, but...I believe I was promised one of those cheeseburgers of yours, at one point.
[Inviting yourself to dinner is rude! But wanting to have some company is kind of an excuse, right? She hopes so. Otherwise, oops.]
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Evy, then. I'm still Will. [It rhymes! No titles have followed him here, especially not Special Investigator.] It's not silly at all. You were promised a cheeseburger, I remember that. With bacon, if you want. You mentioned turnips, too.
So at what point would you like to get together for that?
[Feeding the masses, stealing their dogs. This wasn't his design, but he's not going to complain.]
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Considering that I'm asking myself over immediately after being questioned about my own death, I think there's a certain level of absurdity worth acknowledging. [And also, it's still kind of rude of her, but he doesn't seem to mind. He hasn't said anything, anyway.] Whatever evening is best for you should be fine. I haven't got much going on outside of my classes right now.
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How about tomorrow? Give me time to get everything together that I'll need to make it as perfect as possible.
[...]
And something like smores, too, if you want.
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'Something like smores'? Dare I ask?
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Don't ask. I'll surprise you.
[He's not such a baker, really, but there's plenty of places to ask and get things and yes. He will make oven-made smore-like desserts come hell or high water.]
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Oops.
Luckily, since Evy has never heard the term "situation comedy" in her life, she doesn't think to try and meet both gentlemen, possibly in the same location while wearing cunning disguises.]
Now that I've invited myself over for dinner, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask to reschedule. I'm so sorry--I only just remembered that I've already promised to have tea with someone else tomorrow afternoon. Would the day after be all right?
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You don't need to apologize. [He's not offended she didn't refuse to snuggle because he's out of his mind. There's no harm done.] Tea is better for you than bacon cheeseburgers. The day after is perfectly all right, yes.
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