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[bitty_justice]

Are there that many Dark wizards?

[parumcanis]

[Sirius hesitates at that, looking down at the floor between them. He isn't certain of why he hesitates, really--the answer is easy to give. But he's just old enough to begin to guess at things, to begin understanding that the world is larger than perhaps he ever thought or understood. And how everyone fits in to that world, how the world is too small to contain some things--]

Not-- too many. But there are enough.

[bitty_justice]

[Miles' answer is cheerful.]

Well, once we get through with them, there'll be none at all.

[parumcanis]

[He smiles back, quickly--grateful, really grateful for the chance not to think too hard about this, to simply talk about the future like anyone else would--]

You've not changed your mind, have you? Going to be an Auror and not a magical attorney?

[bitty_justice]

Oh, well -

[That is what it had sounded like, isn't it? But - well - Auror sounds absolutely wicked, just so cool. Miles definitely isn't the sort of person who'd go after criminals - he's going to make sure they're treated fairly, like Dad does - but it's hard to argue with the glamour of tracking down evil artefacts and fighting duels and the like - ]

Maybe I could...do both?

now you're thinking like an Ace Attorney, Miles!

[parumcanis]

[Sirius considers this as well--and then grin, suddenly, pleased by the idea.]

Yeah. You definitely could. Instead of keeping an office with the Aurors at the Ministry, you'd just have your attorney's office--and you could work with people on their cases when you weren't in the field. It would be perfect.

You want one career? NO. YOU GET FIVE.

[bitty_justice]

[And Miles brightens, nodding enthusiastically.]

Yeah, that's - that really is perfect. And if you were an Auror, too, we could work together. Which would be pretty fun.

and you start working at 12 years old get to it

[parumcanis]

[He nods, pleased that Edgeworth has come to that conclusion for himself. It's what Sirius was thinking, after all.]

We could be partners. We'd be great partners.

And you wear an outrageous costume

[bitty_justice]

[Edgeworth grins and nods enthusiastically.]

Yeah! We would. Are you good at - athletics and stuff? Running?

and you get a punny name

[parumcanis]

[He snorts, incredulous, as if this was a very stupid question for him to have been asked. Because it is, of course--not that Miles would know that--]

I'm brilliant. If they didn't stop first years from playing quidditch, I'd be on the team for sure. Are you?

And someone you know gets murdered, always.

[bitty_justice]

Um -

[He gives a little apologetic smile, suddenly feeling shy and a bit self-conscious.]

Not - really, no. But that just makes it good that you are. You can take care of chasing down suspects.

usually someone you love, and usually you or someone you love is a suspect

[parumcanis]

But you'd have to help. We can't be partners if you're not doing your share of chasing them down too.

[He squints at Miles, sizing him up.]

Maybe you've just not had enough practice.

But there's always a happy ending

[bitty_justice]

[Miles winces a little bit.]

I have...asthma, though. A bit.

quickly followed by MORE HYJINKS!!!!

[parumcanis]

[But Sirius only wrinkles his nose a little.]

What's ass-mar?

That's it, that's the canon

[bitty_justice]

Asthma. It means - I have trouble running sometimes. I get...out of breath. Do you not have that in the wizarding world?

[He pulls a face.]

I thought that was...universal.

and now the 8 bit music plays

[parumcanis]

[He squints, considering this--but shrugs, eventually.]

Dunno. Maybe it is. I don't know anyone with it, but there's loads of people I don't know. Perhaps we've a cure for your ass-mar. We've a cure for a great many muggle illnesses.

and you know you should be saying "that was dumb" but instead you're just grinning

[bitty_justice]

[Miles' face isn't pleased, exactly, to hear that - not as it should be. Instead his eyebrows draw together, and the smile goes away.]

You do? Like what?

~Ace Attorney~ god we could make a commercial

[parumcanis]

[Wow, what's that look for. Admittedly, Sirius probably isn't the best bearer of this news--his interest in healing spells and medicine is not a very strong interest--but he's going to do his best.]

Dunno. What are some you've got? Well, like the cold, I s'ppose. We get colds, but we also have the pep-up potion, it's loads better than muggle medicines.

We should make a commercial

[bitty_justice]

What about things that can kill people?

let's do it. i've been watching a lot of Mad Men. I know ads + misogyny that's all we need

[parumcanis]

Well-- like what?

What about witticisms, how are you on witticisms

[bitty_justice]

[He watches his feet as they scuff unhappily at the floor of the compartment.]

Like...heart disease.

I can crack wise with the best of them, I think you know that.

[parumcanis]

Er...

[He considers this, then shrugs, again, still flippant.]

Dunno. You'd have to ask a mediwizard, probably--but I'll bet they can do something. That's how come wizards live so long, y'know, they don't get ill like that. Why?

And since this is Mad Men how is your ennui

[bitty_justice]

That's, um -

[His voice breaks; he tucks his feet under the bench, as though that will give some sort of courage and strength.]

That's how my mom died.

you know what i don't have to answer to you. when you're ready to take this ad seriously you call me

[parumcanis]

[....oh. Stupid, he should have been able to read him better--he should have been able to see that something was wrong--well, he had seen that something was wrong, but he hadn't made sense of it. Now he stares at Edgeworth, without knowing what to say.]

I'm-- sorry.

Holy shit you're good

[bitty_justice]

No, it's...

[He shakes his head, not looking up.]

It was...a long time ago. When I was little. I just -

[Some unpleasant feeling twists inside him.]

I just would want to know.