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[alt_ron]

Say. Have you seen the quill sharpener?

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[alt_sally_anne]

No. Should I have?

[alt_ron]

Well, it's not in the stationery box. And it's not in the desk drawer.

[alt_sally_anne]

Did you check your bag?

[alt_ron]

It's not in my bag.

Obviously, it belongs in the stationery box. Or, okay, sometimes it's in the drawer. But it's not in either of those.

You didn't put it in the cupboard, did you? I mean, if you did, which shelf should I look on? There's so much rubbish in there, I don't even know where to start.

[alt_sally_anne]

Well then maybe you should have put it back in the stationery box, or possibly the drawer.

[alt_ron]

I always put it back in the box.

[alt_sally_anne]

You do not. Last week you left it over on the window sill, probably because you were sharpening a quill while looking out the window.

[alt_ron]

I never- No idea what you're on about.

[alt_sally_anne]

The last time I used it, I found it in the drawer, and I put it back in the box, and by the way, 90% of the rubbish in that cupboard is yours!

[alt_ron]

Well now somebody's put it somewhere else.


I've hardly got anything in there. I mean, there're the sheets and towels and the extra blankets, but then it's all bottles of this and sachets of that and phials of something else. And boxes of ribbons and jewelry and hair thingers. And who knows what?

[alt_sally_anne]

There's the sheets, towels, and blankets

and that stack of your jumpers

and the four potions you came home with from the infirmary after you got hexed in the field last week

and then, yes, there's a box with my charm bracelet and hair thingers, and another dozen or so medicinals that we BOTH use, like the dittany that I hope you re-supplied yourself with after you needed it in the field.

[alt_ron]

What, am I meant to put my jumpers somewhere else? I mean, I can't help it my things are a bit bigger than yours. I mean, I haven't got that many. It's just that one of mine is the same as three of yours--it's not fair to hold that against me.

I thought you were getting more dittany. I mean, you're the one who actually works in the hospital wing.

And what's in that box on the next to top shelf, anywiz? The one with the brass corners and the hinged top. That's taking up loads of room.

[alt_sally_anne]

I'm not saying you can't store them there, I'm just saying, don't blame me for how crowded the cabinet is! About that box, I have no idea what's in it, it's not mine. I was assuming it was something of yours.

[alt_ron]

You were?

I thought it was yours.


And, um.

Nevermind about the sharpener. Found it.

[alt_sally_anne]

Oh, so where was the sharpener?

[alt_ron]

Doesn't matter. Now I've found it.

[alt_sally_anne]

But if you don't tell me, where am I going to tell you to look the next time you're convinced I've misplaced the thing?

Also, do you want to see what's in that box? Unless you do know what's in it.

[alt_ron]

Eh. It was in the drawer in the table by the bed.

So, y'know, it was in a drawer. Like it's supposed to be.


I really have no idea what's in it, so yeah, we should definitely have a look! I mean, it could be something really amazing. Like sacks of galleons. Or racy witches' underthings. Or, y'know, something or other.

[alt_sally_anne]

Actually I was thinking it might just be someone else's box? I mean everyone was moving around, out of dorms and into guest quarters or whatever, and someone else's things might have wound up here.

But we can have a look, the galleons might come in handy.

[alt_ron]

I'm writing to Gin again, so if you wanted to come up and keep me from saying something daft to her, that'd be dead useful.

I keep having to remind myself not to tell her what she 'remembers' is wrong.

And she keeps turning things in really awkward directions.

But she's still talking, so I'm taking that as good.

Anywiz, that's why I needed the sharpener.

[alt_sally_anne]

She's talking to you, at least?

That is good. I can come up.