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STUFF GOES IN HERE

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From:

bitty_justice

But no one likes being scared...

From:

parumcanis

He does.

[His viciousness is tempered slightly when he adds:]

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

From:

bitty_justice

[With slowly growing enthusiasm:]

He was being quite rotten...

From:

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.

From:

bitty_justice

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

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

From:

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?

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles nods once, briefly, enthusiastically.]

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

From:

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.

From:

bitty_justice

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

From:

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!

From:

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 -

From:

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!]

From:

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 -

From:

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--]

From:

bitty_justice

Youuuu diiid thiiiis -

[He's a bit more Jacob Marley now than Dying Victim, but it's still pretty good. He approaches another step.]

I should take revenge now - but no, no, I won't...I won't, I will take mercy - just remember - this is what happens when you're a complete git -

From:

parumcanis

[Rosier has seen the ankle now, and he recoils even more. He's practically pressed against the window, and his face is greying. He's not stupid, he should know that this isn't real, but at the same time, with Miles here in front of him--he's got to be second guessing that--

I didn't, he says, desperate, and then, ashamed, shouts, Get away! and tries to make a break for the door, jumping off of the bench and twisting around Miles, careful to avoid touching him--]

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles is delighted. He can hardly keep himself from laughing - can't keep from grinning, but Rosier is terrified, his eyes fixed on those boils, and doesn't see. He claws the door open, nearly falls out - turns, runs smack into Sirius, gasps - Stay away - and then he takes off running down the hall -

And Miles pops his head out of the compartment, grinning wickedly.]

From:

parumcanis

[Sirius bursts out laughing the minute that he sees Miles.]

That was brilliant--

[He clambers to his feet, still laughing--]

Brilliant! Did you see his face! He looked like manky porridge--ah, he was so scared!

From:

bitty_justice

[And Edgeworth laughs.]

We're going to get into such trouble -

[But he says that happily, grinning; for once in his life, he's not worried about that.]

From:

parumcanis

We won't. He'll be too embarrassed and afraid to say anything.

[And if they do get into some trouble--so what? He grins at Miles, and claps him on the shoulder, proudly.]

That was brilliantly done.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles grins at him, proud in spite of how he knows he ought to be.]

I just hope he doesn't end up being in our House. That'd be pretty bad.

[But he doesn't sound too terribly torn up about the prospect, confident as he is that they can handle any potential enemies together. And he does believe it will be a together; there isn't even the slightest hesitation before our.]

From:

parumcanis

Him?

[He snorts, glancing after Rosier where he's fled.]

There's no way. They might not even let him in to Hogwarts, considering what a tremendous git he is. C'mon, let's go back to our compartment, we've got to be nearly there--

From:

bitty_justice

Right -

[Miles pushes after him, following him into the compartment. At once he goes to his trunk, fishing out his robes, smiling at them - ]

And these seriously aren't a joke? Everyone wears them?