*At once, she makes a small and sympathetic little noise, her brow creasing. Perhaps he hasn't got a contraption like the one she once used--and if his wife, Hazel apparently, is a Muggle she can't be any use at all helping him. It hadn't been often that her own measures had failed, but she remembers vividly what it's like to wake up bleeding and gashed open from hip to knee.*
Oh, how awful. Don't you have a thing you can use, stop yourself biting?
It's just up here.
*They're in the building, now, and she leads him into a bronze-latticed lift much like the one they shared the day they met.*
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Date: 2011-09-25 04:26 pm (UTC)Oh, how awful. Don't you have a thing you can use, stop yourself biting?
It's just up here.
*They're in the building, now, and she leads him into a bronze-latticed lift much like the one they shared the day they met.*