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Here is a Miniver. He's out of the infirmary, but one might say... not exactly looking spectacular.

He's sprawling more or less in a booth. Possibly he ended up here stopping to rest on his way to his room and forgot to move again. Or something.

There's a little enchanted model dragon skulking around the table and apparently trying to boil the glass of water a rat deposited on the table at some point, which is being ignored in favor of a book, which Miniver is sometimes reading, and sometimes staring off into space distractedly.

Come say hi to the recovering alcoholic.

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There was a pleased fox yip, and brief lick of his hand reassuringly. And yay scritches! The white bushy tail casually wagged.

Scriiiiitchscritchscritchscritch.....

And perhaps a kiss on the fuzzy head.

"They let me out. Apparently I'm okay now that I've stopped talking to the ceiling."

And this makes things SO much better.

Worried growl at that as the fox glanced up, and the tail stilled.

"Hey. I'm all right. Really. Might even try eating something later." Foxcuddles are the best medicine anyway. Miniver brushes his hand over the poofy white tail. "That must feel really weird to you. Cuz, like, it's not something you have when you're human. What must it be like to remember someone doing that? Weird..."

Well, no it wasn't, but things were different. At least now he could keep his mind straight despite the animal instincts in this form. He curled up on Miniver's lap as though he was going to nap. Though he was tempted to switch back, simply because he couldn't talk in this form. But being like this was fun.

Pet pet pet.

"Thought any more about that... thing?"

Brief little growl. All right, have to switch forms. The fox leapt down, and turned back into Draco.

He then sat back down next to Miniver in the booth.

"I have. I can't imagine why anybody wouldn't want this, but it will mean changes. I hope your poetry isn't affected by this. I like your words."

Miniver slips his arms around the wizard. "I think it'll make it better. When can we do it?"

Draco rested his head on Miniver's should as he replied, "I found the ring, so whenever. Hopefully it'll work. I'll have to word it carefully for it to be right. After all, I can't just ask for your parents to have been a wizard and witch instead. It's rare, but you might not get magic that way. So would have to specify that. Also for it be my world's magic, since there's many kinds here. But I only know of my own."

"So..." Miniver is nervous, but... really... "What are we waiting for?"

Draco exhaled slowly, "Just this." He then fetched the ring from out of a pouch he had in one of his robes pockets.

He held it in his hand, and calmly said, "I wish that Miniver was born with my world's wizard magic in him."

"That's it?" Miniver does not BREATHE. Okay, maybe a little. "Did it work? How can you tell if it worked?"

Draco then got out his wand, hawthorn wood.

"We'll have to get you one, but let's see if this will work." He muttered a spell to change a fork into a feather. He then handed the wand to Miniver.

"Try this. Repeat what I say, and wave this over the feather. Wingardium Leviosa."

Miniver takes the wand, his hand shaking. He takes a deep breath, holds the wand over the feather, and speaks the words exactly as Draco had...

There was a shiver, and the feather rose marginally. It was a first effort, and not like he had any practice before really. Plus it'll be different with his own wand.

"Not bad for a first time," he smiled some.

If his eyes get any wider, they'll fall out of his SKULL.

"Oh... oh my god. I did that? I did that. I made it move. Just like that? It worked?"

Miniver's brain process is currently working more or less like this:

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"It did. We'll still have to see about getting you a wand. I think there's still some places to go for it. Ollivander's is closed for now, but there's others."

Draco smiled, and leaned over to kiss him, "Not a Muggle now."

If there was ever an opportune time to coin the phrase "tacklesnogging," this would be it.

There may be other things that juuuuust border on challenging certain bar rules, but they're in a booth and fairly inconspicuous.

Draco flailed back with a gasp and a noise not unlike his fox yips. Possibly even a pleased growl.

Oh, there would be more of this.

Possibly in smallish increments until his body recovers from four days without food and the lingering symptoms of withdrawal, but oh yes, there would be more of this.

For the time being, Miniver's enthusiasm is curbed by his body's inability to sustain any energetic activity for very long. But it's in his eyes, even when he slows, panting. And he doesn't move any further away than he has to.

Draco settled back against him, and kissed his cheek.

"You're welcome," he murmured, "Better now?"

"I think," he whispers, "I will be. Very, very soon."

There is snuggling and shifting about until they fit together perfectly.

"So you need a wand to do it, right? Don't suppose that's something Bar might just have up her metaphoical sleeve, huh?"

Draco shook his head, "They're specially made. Have to go to either my world. Or better yet, Tom's world. Find a wand shop. Not just any will do, it has to be unique to you."

"...That sounds like it could take a while," Miniver says, a touch dubiously. Like looking for a needle in a haystack. "How long did it take for you to find yours?"

Draco shrugged, "Some attempts, but just one shop. Usually don't have to go to more than one."