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Today is Wednesday.

Edmund starts work on Friday.

Bernard said he was to pick specials on his own.

He's fairly certain, having watched the other bartenders, that the specials ought to be somewhat original.

Which would be why Edmund has gone up to Bar and asked her a question quietly, and was not entirely surprised to get a very large book as an answer.

Also a pot of tea, because one can never go wrong with tea.

He takes his new acquisitions over to one of the couches, and makes himself comfortable.

It's a big book.

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"Starting a new career as an alcoholic? Makes a good sideline to the royalty thing, I bet."

Faith, sitting on the arm of the sofa, with a smirk.

Edmund looks up, and smiles.

"Hullo, Faith," he says calmly.

He also does not answer the question.

She notices, of course.

"Hi. How's it going? I recommend Jack Daniels myself - or Atlantean, but a little of that goes a very long way."

"Yes, I'm aware," he replies. "I'm quite well; yourself? I've not seen you around recently."

"I'm all right. Busy, but all right. How's Kitty?"

"She's fine," he says. "She's been busy back home, I'm afraid."

After a moment, he shrugs, and reaches for his tea.

"I say... Susan Delgado said I might talk to you about something."

"Oh?" Faith raises her eyebrows at him. "What's that?"

"I suppose I'm curious, as I've not seen him out there since I heard about it, but Susan mentioned that you and Alain and a man called Cuthbert, I believe she said, were in charge of watching him while he's out in the stables?"

Faith blinks at him.

"Who, Barty Crouch? We were gonna be, yes, but they changed his punishment. He's in the kitchen instead, scraping out plates and stuff."

Edmund blinks in surprise, and then smiles.

"-- I'm glad to hear that, then. For all that it saves me from asking my other question."

"So was I. What was your other question going to be?"

"If you wanted any more help watching him."

"Oh. Well, the thought is appreciated, anyway." Faith grins. "Susan's probably glad she won't need the knife I gave her."

Edmund blinks, and raises an eyebrow.

"You gave her a knife?"

Faith nods.

"Yeah, and taught her the basics of using it, just in case."

"-- what did he do, Faith, that none of you trust him to such an extent?"

Faith's expression darkens.

"He mind-raped Bar, and by extension, Bernard."

Edmund stares.

"--and someone thought that community service was the answer?"

"He did cell time too," Faith says. "And his wand's been taken away."

"I see," says he.

It would appear that he doesn't quite think that's enough.

But he doesn't say anything more.

Faith shrugs slightly.

"Hey, if it was up to me they'd shuck him back out the doors and into the prison he came here from."

"Why don't they, then?"

Faith shrugs.

"I guess because, y'know, redemption, second chances, all of that."

"If he was in some sort of prison, came here, and did something like that... isn't that his second chance there?"

Edmund shakes his head.

"I'm sorry. It's not my place to say."

Faith shrugs, slightly.

"It's not mine, either."