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D --> Battery Types
D --> Wet cell
D -->* Acidic f100id + copper cauldron + Zinc
D -->○ Lemons

D --> Dry cell
D -->* Paste instead of f100id
D -->○ Lemon custard????

D --> Molten salt
D -->* Salt + copper cauldron + steady heat source

D --> Why don't electroni% work at Hogwarts
D --> I can find practically all of these components in the kitchen
D --> Copper and Zinc in alchemy
D --> It might as well be alchemy

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D --> I already know a clown
D --> He is not very funny

[He finishes his reply with a flourish of his quill, then sets it and the journal aside. Making his way from the boy's dormitories, he slips over to the common room, peeking inside. Ah, and there is pretty little Suzuki, back turned to him. Smiling to himself, he crosses the room like a ghost, coming to stand behind her and lean over her shoulder, whispering softly in her ear] Hit me.

They rarely are.

[The sudden silence makes her think she's won, and the journal is once again set aside, Sue returning to her music sheets, her quill scribbling notes and scratching out sections as she tries to work out the music in her head. So deep in her work she only registers the breathing against her skin, and it's only due to constant contact with Murdoc that she doesn't flip. Instead she pauses, tilting her head back, only the tiniest sliver of green shown through her thick fringe as she stares back at Eq]

Are you always such a creep or do you make an exception for young girls? The British Muggle Government would like to know.

You make it sound as if I am some sort of pedophile, making advances on someone many years my junior. [He smirks, reaching up to delicately brush a bit of hair behind her ear] I don't think it is a crime, talking with a pretty girl my own age.

I've been told I look much younger than I am. [Wow rude, get your gross hands off her. Just going to casually catch his hand then, applying pressure to his fingers slowly] It is a crime if there's no consent, idiot.

[He hisses a bit as she tightens her grip on his hand, but his smile just grows] Why are you still here, then, instead of reporting me to the proper authorities?

[Meanwhile she keeps her mouth straight, what little of her face that could be seen blank. No chance to read her, even as blunted, stubby nails begin to press against his skin] My chair is very comfortable. And I would hate to have it stolen.

Oh and I'm fairly sure you're a coward who will back down quickly when I find the weak spot.

[He stifles a whine, placing one hand on the back of her chair as he leans over her, breathing picking up]

I hate to disappoint, but I am afraid we will be here a long while.

[Ok that she can't ignore. Instead she'll shift, quick to put her feet up against hi chest and shove, all of her body weight behind the kick]

No, you won't.

[And then next thing Equius knows, he's on his rump, collapsed in one of the common room's many couches, the breath knocked out of him. He takes a moment to breathe, then he laughs, head lolling back against the couch]

[And just to make the point perfectly clear, Sue picks her books back up, settling back into her chair and returning to her composing. She won't be bullied out of a common room, and she'll continue to pride herself on her ability to ignore others.

There's no hiding that tiny smirk though]

[Yeah, well, he's just going to make himself comfortable on the couch. Just stretch himself out, lounging like the bored, broody noble that he is.]

[And he watches her]

[Two can play that game. Suzuki likes to pride herself on being able to ignore anything, be it fights between 2D and Murdoc that are just stupid, or the stares of creepy creeps.

She'll just stayed curled up in her armchair, her only noises the scratch of her quill and the small tap of her feet against the seat in a rhythm only she hears]

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