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Crichton bounds back downstairs.

"Hey guys, I'm sor- Oh. The water's gone. Never mind then..."

He ignores the smirks, heads over to the bar, and sits down.

"Coffee."

A margarita appears. He pushes it aside. "I said, coffee."

Another margarita appears.

He turns and looks around the room. There aren't many people in the bar right now, but none of them seem to be having any trouble with their orders...

He glares at the bar.

"Look, I told that Bernard guy it was an accident, okay? I didn't mean to do it. Now give. me. some. freaking. coffee!"

A third margarita appears, this time without the glass. The liquid is in an amusing glass shape suspended in midair for barely a moment, before it succumbs to gravity and splashes all over the bar. Crichton leaps out of his chair barely in time to avoid getting drenched.

He turns, looks around the room, and shouts, "Is anybody else still getting nothing but margaritas?"

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Ulfin looks up from where he's still sitting on his table, and calls over, "I think it might just be you."

*looks up from breakfast*
*smiles and laughs*
Tough break John.

*bounces down the stairs and spots john*

*she sits down next to him and eyes the margueritas*

didn't we decide not to break the bar again babe?

Crichton smiles at Angie. "I don't know, I think the bar... doesn't like me. Why don't you try and order something?"

ok... erm i'll have a coffee.

*coffee appears on the bar. angie sips it tentatively*

i think it's just you.

obviously doesn't understand we were in it together.

*grins*

"Shhhh! Don't say it too loud! The walls... have ears... and so does the bar."

nah. i'm sure i'll be ok, after all you were the one asking the questions, i was only the subject.

"Well, that makes me feel better... So! Were you around last night for the Great Flood?"

can't say i was. why what happened?

"Oh, somebody made one of the toilets disappear and forgot to plug up the pipes. Or something like that. This place was knee-deep in water when I came downstairs this morning."

looks like you're not the only one buggering up the bar babe.

you seen the turtle around? i still have to try and turn him back...

Crichton frowns. "No, actually, I haven't seen him since he returned your wand. Maybe he ran off? He can't be very happy, losing his leverage against you."

even if he was still purple? no he's probably around somewhere. sulking most likely, or avoiding me.

Crichton grins. "And here I am wondering why someone would want to avoid you."

he obviously doesn't understand my sense of humour.

"Can't you, I dunno, wave your wand or something and have it tell you where he is?"

i don't know any spell's that would tell me where he is. if he had a tracking charm on him it would be easy but since - as far as i know at least- he doesn't then i just have to wait for him to show.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure there's something you can use. Improvise! Come on, give me a random spell."

theres nothing. i was never great at charms, it's why i'll never make it as an auror. like i said before i'm good at transfiguration, and transfiguration doesn't exactly help here.

"Sure it does. Turn one of these margaritas into a bloodhound and have him sniff out Elvis."

blood hound is no good if it hasn't got anything of raphs to trace him with. plus i don't know a spell for a blood hound, since i never had to do it before.

"Well, he had your wand hidden away for a while, so I'm sure his scent is still on it. But if you can't make a bloodhound..."

He frowns to himself for a bit. "What else can you do?"

i can do lots of things. not all usefull i'm afraid to say, but some are quite interesting. like this one.

*points wand at a glass, which grows legs and begins tap dancing across the bar.*

Crichton laughs. "Okay, now tell it to find Raph."

*laughs*

i'm not sure it's sentient john. about all it can do is dance.