Six

[brothor]

I HAVE THE MOST IMPRESSIVE BRUISE ON MY CHEST. IT IS A CIRCLE. A PERFECT CIRCLE.

GOOD AIM, FLEMING. MOST IMPRESSIVE!
NO HARD FEELINGS SERKET.

SLYTHERIN, CONGRATULATIONS. GRYFFINDOR, I STILL LOVE YOU.

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[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

[Grins at his boasting, satisfied that nothing's broken.]

Hyu iz a verra strong boy, ja. Now, notink's broken, but Hy vant hyu to take a spoonful of dis potion vhen hyu have hyu meals for de next few days until dot bruise fades, ja?

[Rifles through her drawers and pulls out a small bottle of bright red liquid.]

[brothor]

I told you! My ribs are made of steel, as you may be able to tell!

[He watches curiously, reaching for the bottle and wondering what it will taste like.]

It looks like blood, miss!

[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

[Claps a hand to his back over said steel ribs, laughing loudly]

Hoh don't push hyu luck boy! Dey is stronk but not dot strong chust yet!

[Snorts at the comment on the potion - how astute, a good portion of the potion was made with manticore blood!]

Ja, eet does doesn't eet? Don't vorry, it chust taste like raspberry cordial - Hy made sure of dot.

[brothor]

[Still. Not. Wincing. Woman.]
I will make them strong! ...How does one do that?
[He takes it, opening it to sniff it curiously.]
Do I drink it now?

[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

Drink lots of milk - iz goot for hyu bones. And eat a dozen eggs each mornink - dey vill make hyu big und large in no time.

[Glances at the potion and shakes her head.]

No, hyu have to take eet vith food odervise eet can make you verra dizzy and sleepy like on an empty stomach.

[brothor]

I can do all of those things! I love milk and eggs!

Oho! I see. It is fortunate that my stomach is rarely empty, then.

[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

Verra goot! Come und see me again vunce hyu finish all de potion, ja?

[brothor]

Yes, of course miss! Shall I take my leav?

[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

Ov cawze boy, run alonk und play. [Chuckles, patting his head.] Chust don't overdo eet today ja? Don't vant vun ov dem ribs decidink enough iz enough.

[brothor]

I do not play, miss! I am a young man! [He looks defiant for a second before calming at the head pat.] Yes, I promise!

[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

[Chuckles and bends down to kiss his forehead and shoo him off.]

Goot day to hyu den, Meester Odinson.

[brothor]

[Oh. My. God. His face is going bright red now. THIS NEVER HAPPENS. He beams at her before turning around to jog off with a sputter of thanks.]