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The circle of chairs is set out at one side of the bar ~~because in some universe it is totally still tuesday~~.

In the middle are plates of home made cakes and biscuits shaped like farm animals. Next to them are bowls of icing, sprinkles, and writing icing.

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[ooc: Guppy-mun apologises for forgetting to put this up on the right day. Open to anyone who wants company, to talk about worries here or at home, who just want to eat the food, etc :). All tags will be picked up by a LS team member.
Tinytag: Connor (Freakangels)]

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"My suspect had a magical seed surgically implanted into his digestive tract and enchanted to grow unstoppably until it had riddled his internal organs with puncture wounds, eviscerated his eyes, wound its way out of his body and constricted him with enough force to break several bones. Most likely his actual dying was delayed with various healing spells," Teddy says mildly.

"And how are you, doctor?"

That gets Guppy's attention.

"Wow." he says. "Horrible, but interesting. We have a lot of medical texts in the infirmary office from across the universe if any would be of use to you."

He takes a bite of his biscuit.

"I'm okay thanks. Got an investigation of our own going on at work, though I'm not involved in the actual investigating, just a witness."

"What sort of investigation?"

"Suspicious death." Guppy says. "Not unusual for our patients to die, but this particular patient was doing well and a bit younger than most, then died suddenly. The relatives insisted it was investigated, and the police agreed."

"Huh. Well, the investigation into Moran's death isn't something I'm involved in," or should be involved in, at least, "my role in matters ended when he died."

"What is your role?" Guppy asks.

"We had somebody on the inside, getting close to Moran to gather evidence of dark magical crimes. Said somebody got hospitalised, so I impersonated them." Beat. "I was going to meet him when I found an unexpected crime scene instead. Since there's no need to do any impersonating anymore, I'm back to desk work."

"Sounds like an exciting job." Guppy says. "Except the desk bit, but that comes with everything."

"Well, I'm only in my last year of training at the moment. There'll be less desk work once I graduate."

"How many years does it take?"

"Three, after leaving school with good enough grades. You need at least EEs in Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Charms and Herbology. Preferably more."

"Must be a different grading system if Es are good." Guppy says.

"EEs," Teddy corrects. "Exceeds Expectations. Second highest grade."

"Ahh, that makes more sense." Guppy says.

"Yeah. Then the training itself is pretty brutal - we started off with I think eleven people, and now we're down to two."

"Were they sacked or wounded?" Guppy asks, envisioning the magical version of Alan Sugar setting them challenges.

"A few were let go for cheating on exams, a few dropped out, a few were wounded."

"Was it competitive to get in to start with?"

"A little. Twenty-five applicants, I think, only twelve spaces?"

Guppy nods.

"Bit like applying for medicine, on a smaller scale."

"It's the Wizarding World, most things are on a smaller scale than the Muggle World."

"How many wizards are there?" Guppy asks, wondering if it's some sort of genetic thing.

"I don't know the exact number. Far less than there are Muggles."

"Good that you manage to find each other." Guppy says.

A little dryly: "It's not difficult, we have our own separate society. We're not just scattered across the Muggle World."