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[stilljustandrew]

*There's an Andrew coming down the stairs. A very shaggy-haired Andrew, rubbing his eyes and beaming sleepily at the entire room. He steps up to the bar a yard or so down from Raph, and lays a hand flat on its surface.*

Hi hon. Missed you. What's good for breakfast?

*A plate of blackberry pancakes and bacon materalizes. There's a tiny Union Flag stuck into the top of the stack of pancakes.*

*Andrew grins.* Good to see you, too.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard shrugs*

Go ahead. Want me to let you in?

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew nods.* Please.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A sigh*

No time like the present.

*He starts to walk.*

Last I heard, he had a pretty bad cold. Was sneezing fire.

[stilljustandrew]

...sneezing fire? That's weird even for Tim.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I know.

It's going around, so watch it. People are growing fucking tails, man.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew winces.*

Disease with weird magical symptoms ... sounds like something from the wizarding world.

-- oh. Speaking of which.

*He lowers his voice.*

The, uh, the guns? That the Death Eaters have now? Are they just ordinary guns?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I don't think so; magical cures haven't done anything to help, and someone named Ako seems to be taking some responsibility.

*At the next--*

Far as I know. Shitty ones, too.

[stilljustandrew]

Huh.

*They're quite close to the Security office by this time.*

How hard would it be to magically sabotage them? Like, all at once?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I'm not the person to ask about that, Andrew.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's thinking about an issue of Books of Magic, and about guns that inexplicably fired chocolate or emitted streams of butterflies.*

No, but I'm about to talk to a guy who might be.

I don't want to bring it up to him without your okay.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Go ahead.

I have a few issues I need to speak to him about after you go, anyway. If he's up to it.

[stilljustandrew]

*He nods, and stands back as Bernard opens the door.*

Thanks.

-- and, Bernard?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

[stilljustandrew]

All this dren aside --

it's really good to be back here again.



Just sayin'.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Good to have you back, Andrew.

At least Meg won't be hauling massive teddy bears around the bar anymore.

*With that, he grins and walks down the hall to his flat.*

[stilljustandrew]

*...massive teddy bears?*

*With a shrug and a mental note to ask Meg about that later, Andrew heads in.*