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"Where to now, St. Peter? If it's true, I'm in your hands..."

"There's an exhibit on 'Botanical Oddities' at the Fantastic World of Flora," said Charity, paging through a glossy brochure.

"I may not be a Christian, but I've done all one man can..."

"I wonder if the Venus Flytrap is ever used in Potions?" Charity glanced at Severus.

"I understand I'm on the road where all that was is gone..."

"Or," Charity loudly declaimed, "we can just keep standing here all day whilst you sing."

Severus snapped around, blinking. "Hm? Yes. Fine. Anything, as long as it isn't Hogwarts."


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"Levon wears his war wound like a crown..."

The twit was still singing, softly, under his breath, as he meticulously scrutinized each plant in turn. Charity shook her head and continued reading about botanicals that Muggles considered odd.

"He was born a pauper to a pawn..."

He's happy. Leave it at that.

"And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus, leave Levon far behind..."

We should both tell the bastard to sod off.

"Take a balloon and go sailing..."

If only he dared.

If only she dared.

Here. Now. He's happy.

Charity sighed, and moved on to the next wonder.