#(miriamclearwater5)

[thebaileyshaw]

Science Bros!

“Hi! Are you talking to Edith again? What did you want to work on? Is it for work or fun? Were you at the Valentine’s Ball a few weeks ago? I saw a dead body and it was the most terrible thing I’ve ever seen, I had to start brewing dreamless sleep potions for myself. I was going to buy some because it’s easier but people have been getting poisoned, did you hear? Everything seems terrible now.”

Bailey spoke at a rapid pace upon seeing her friend again, not even realizing that she’d spoke more in a minute than she had in the last several weeks, both the product of normally being alone and also not realizing that an unconscious part of her considered Miriam a more precious friend than she ever realized. After all, Bailey didn’t like conversation at all, but Miriam was one of those people that not only she didn’t mind talking to, but derived some satisfaction from it. And so much had happened since they last saw each other, besides. 

“Oh! It worked, by the way!” and without preamble she transformed into her animagus form, a juvenile kestrel that could easily have perched in Miriam’s palm. She hopped around the table between the cauldrons, fluttering her wings, looking up at Miriam, little bird heart bursting with as much pride and excitement as it had been filled with dream mere seconds ago when talking about death and poison. 

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