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STUFF GOES IN HERE

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[parumcanis]

[Well, if it's stopped, then some of the crisis has passed. That gives permission to Sirius to lean forward, staring at the mass.]

Eurgh. It's hideous. [But he sounds nearly pleased by it now.] It really doesn't hurt or anything?

[bitty_justice]

No, it's just sort of - scaly -

[He leans forward, poking at it, torn between devastated horror and sheer disgusted curiosity.]

This is...curable, you said -

[parumcanis]

Scaly!

[That gets outright glee out of him; he sits forward, interested, and if Miles is poking at it, then surely it's all right if he does as well, a little--carefully, of course--]

Oh, yeah, 'course it is. Everything is curable nearly, especially things done by charms. You just have to work out the counter-charm, that's all.

[bitty_justice]

[Miles twitches a bit when Sirius pokes it - just because it's weird. Not because it hurts. It doesn't feel like anything.]

Well...and the ankle doesn't hurt anymore.

[parumcanis]

That's good! But scaly, it's weird--

[And it does feel scaly, and he screws up his face, in delighted disgust--and then more a smirk, as something suddenly occurs to him.]

We should use this.

[bitty_justice]

[His horror, as ever, is less vital a force than his curiosity.]

Use...it? How?

[parumcanis]

To get Rosier back, of course.

[He prods Miles' ankle again, grinning now.]

You can stumble in there and act really infected, and fall on him, and we'll pretend as if you've got something catching. And he'll die.

[bitty_justice]

[Miles' eyes light up - somewhere between fierce and malicious. But his reply is cautious:]

We'll get in trouble, though...

[parumcanis]

No we wouldn't.

[He sees that light in Miles' eyes; he only has to push a little.]

Not if we were really careful with the way we did it. He'll feel too stupid to tell anyone.

[bitty_justice]

But no one likes being scared...

[parumcanis]

He does.

[His viciousness is tempered slightly when he adds:]

Just a little. Just enough to make him really think twice.

[bitty_justice]

[With slowly growing enthusiasm:]

He was being quite rotten...

[parumcanis]

Awful.

[Pointedly, he nods. So awful. Awful enough that he needs a little revenge.]

And think of how his face would look. It would be hilarious.

[bitty_justice]

And it would stop him from being mean to others, right?

[Because if their intentions are noble, then it's okay.]

[parumcanis]

[With some solemnity, he nods.]

Absolutely. He'll always think twice after this. Come on, let's go--

[Because he's got Edgeworth's agreement, he can tell. He goes to the door again and tugs it open.]

Can you walk all right with it?

[bitty_justice]

I can walk just fine.

[He wrinkles his nose as he stands.]

It doesn't hurt at all. You did heal it. Even if there were, um...side-effects.

[parumcanis]

Really?

[He's sort of surprised by that--but pleased as well. It means he was more of a success than he'd thought he was, and he grins, glancing down at the ankle in question.]

Well, good. That means it'll be easy to sort out later. [And easy to use in their trick here, and he jerks his head to Miles.] Come on.

[In the compartment down the way, Rosier is still sitting alone. Sirius skulks ahead enough to be able to confirm that, but ducks out of the way before the other boy sees him.]

Okay--go in there and fall all over him, act like you're dying. Make sure he sees your leg.

[bitty_justice]

[Miles nods once, briefly, enthusiastically.]

Right. Am I dying of...illness? Illness, right? Or injury caused by him?

[parumcanis]

Um--

[He considers.]

Injury. But it's got to be contagious injury so he thinks he can catch it, 'cos then it's a punishment for what he's done.

[bitty_justice]

Yeah - no, a disease I caught from the seat - when I scraped my shin, brilliant -

[parumcanis]

Yeah. Something disgusting, and creepy--

[He leans forward again, peering in the window, and quickly darts back again.]

Go now. He's alone. 'Course he is, great git like him-- go!

[bitty_justice]

Okay, okay -

[And he takes a breath, braces himself - and then staggers back into the compartment, groaning ghastly. Rosier looks up with wide eyes, because no matter how much of an idiot thug you are you can't hear that noise and not be a bit alarmed - and Miles moans horrifically, like a zombie from a film - ]

Necrotizing fasciitis - [And he's proud of himself for coming up with that name, which he thinks is correct - ] I've been infected - necrotizing fasciitis - from the injury -

[parumcanis]

[Outside the door, Sirius presses his back to the wall and tries so hard not to laugh aloud. He has to stuff his hand over his mouth just to hold back a giggle. Merlin's beard, but Miles is laying it on thick, and he'd give anything to twist around and look--but he has to content himself with where he is, for now.

Necrotizing faciitis is brilliant, he thinks, happily.

Meanwhile, in the compartment, Rosier has drawn back in the very corner of the bench. Go away, he orders, gruffly, get away from me!]

[bitty_justice]

I caaan't -

[He nearly wails that, staggering a few steps closer. For good measure, he lets out a ghastly rattle, something really horrible - ]

I'm dying - I'm dying, I'm monstrously close to death, and you're the one who's done this to me - so fix it, you must fix it -

[parumcanis]

[He's speaking loud enough that Sirius can still hear him, even out in the corridor. That horrible rattle is good, he thinks appreciatively, and stuffs a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter.

Get away! Rosier repeats, more heatedly. I didn't do anything to you-- go away! If you got sick, it's not my fault--]