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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?

From:

parumcanis

Why would they be a joke?

[His truck is neatly packed, the work of Kreacher and his mother, and Sirius purposefully rifles through, stirring up the contents.]

Everybody wears them. These ones are really plain, there's ones that are loads better. You don't have to wear the hat all of the time, though.

From:

bitty_justice

Oh, good.

[He does give a little huff of relief at that.]

It's really silly-looking. Where I'm from, at school, all we wear is jumpers and trousers.

From:

parumcanis

And that's it?

[The tone of his voice is... well, nearly scandalised. Like maybe Miles had said they go about mostly naked.]

That's weird. What about for formal dinners and parties?

From:

bitty_justice

For - oh, you mean receptions and stuff?

[He shrugs.]

I have a suit and a tie for that. When Dad gets awards and stuff.

From:

parumcanis

[He nods--sure, yeah, that's what he means--]

A tied what?

[Only after he's asked does he realise the potential for stupidity, with that question. But he can't work out what's being tied--better to ask now than later, right? He lifts his chin a little, defensively, in case Miles should laugh.]

From:

bitty_justice

Oh - a tied bowtie.

[Miles wrinkles his nose, misinterpreting the lack of comprehension in Sirius' question as an actual inquiry, for details.]

Though I think I'm going to probably...change to a proper necktie, soon. Bowties are a little bit little kid. Plus my suit doesn't even fit me any longer.

From:

parumcanis

[A necktie, and a bowtie. Sirius tries to work out what Miles might mean, without asking further questions. To buy himself time, he nods, sensibly, like what Miles has said makes perfect sense.]

Do they need fitting?

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles realizes - ]

Oh, you must not have ties in the wizarding world.

[That's said without the least bit of condemnation or scorn or even incredulity, though. It would be rather hard to be scornful regarding Sirius' knowledge of fashion, after all, given that Miles isn't even entirely certain how to put his hat on.]

No, they go around your neck and hang down. So very tall people need longer ties, because otherwise they'd look silly and short, but no, they're pretty universal.

From:

parumcanis

[He's embarrassed, straightaway--but Miles' tone helps, the way he doesn't sneer or even look aghast. He just-- says it, as if it's reasonable, and Sirius looks around at him, chewing on his lower lip for a second.]

They just hang down?

From:

bitty_justice

[A nod.]

Except for bow-ties! They stick out.

[He demonstrates with his fingers crossed in front of his neck.]

It's pretty stupid, I guess, because they really don't have any purpose. But they do make you look distinguished.