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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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"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."

"Oh. Well. That's easy then. So... wait. How is Tom's world different?"

"A number of things I'm sure. For one thing, Voldemort's dead there."

"Oh. Well. That sounds good." Miniver cuddles against Draco, mind ticking with refreshing clarity relative to the past few days. "Wait, isn't Tom's world London Below?"

"Well his world is London Below now. It wasn't always. He's from another version of my world."

Miniver raises a brow. "Cool. Weird, but cool. So wait. If Voldemort's dead in one world... can't you just move there? Or use whatever they did to kill him in your version?"

Draco considered a moment, "I suppose. But things are different in mine. Some people are there who aren't in my world. And I can't move there. There's probably another me there already."

Miniver considers this.

And GRINS.

"Hot. We should look him up and invite him over. Party time."

He's joking.

Really.

Mostly.

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Draco's eyes were that wide.

"No... Absolutely not!"

Miniver laughs and punches Draco's shoulder playfully.

"What, scared you won't get me back?"

"Well...partly. And also, having to compete against myself seems rather tacky."

"Somehow, I think I'd have to compete against you," he teases. But lovingly. "Although... mmm. That'd be a pretty sight." Now he's just goofing, because he knows he'll get a reaction.