Ray was getting snippy, but the thing was that he was right to be snippy and Fraser knew it. Not at him, of course -- it wasn't his fault that Ray had gotten force-married any more than it was his fault that he'd gotten some sun on the island -- but certainly, being shoved into that kind of situation was enough to make anyone a little... cranky. Fraser sighed and tried to calm himself down, to get over the extreme discomfort this was causing him.
Besides, if Ray's story was indeed accurate, this was a pretty serious problem. "And you can't remember anything before that?" he asked, switching almost seamlessly into Concerned Citizen mode. "Anything a'tall? Or did you see anything that might give a clue as to a reason why someone would want you to-- to-- to do that?"
As for Fraser himself, he was definitely... well, this case was going to be a challenge. He pursed his lips, rubbing at his brow. "Well, Ray, I first came here eight months ago and for reasons that I'm not currently aware of have remained, presumably in the study of magic. I believe Turnbull arrived about a month and a half ago, and your arrival must have been less than three and a half weeks ago, as I was already absent at the time. The Sorting Hat is the mechanism for deciding where each new applicant lives and studies. It's fully sentient and has a rather... strange personality." He shot a worried glance at his hat. "And very, ah. Very. Well, it has certain likes and dislikes." He cleared his throat, forcing back a slight flush at his neck and ears. "Um. The midgets in question are, I think, House Elves. They're sort of like... indentured servants, if you will."
He scratched at his brow again, frowning. "These are the facts as far as I know them, Ray... I can't think of any reason why the Hat should want to see you wed, and I have no idea why it should choose Turnbull as a pa-- as, as a... groom." He had been about to say partner, but under the circumstances that seemed horribly wrong.
Of course Fraser knew Ray hated it when he did that. He probably wouldn't have done it if he didn't know -- with most people, Fraser was obliviously annoying, but with Ray he was downright contrary. Something about the detective really brought out the worst in him, sometimes. He frowned as Ray drew himself up, unflinching -- did Ray really think he'd be intimidated by the extremely narrow height difference? "The fact remains that you're blaming me for my absence, Ray, and there was simply nothing I could have done about it." Something struck him suddenly -- he arched a brow. "Come to think of it, Ray, where have you been? Before this, I mean. While I was in the Hospital Wing."
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Date: 2007-09-11 07:38 am (UTC)Besides, if Ray's story was indeed accurate, this was a pretty serious problem. "And you can't remember anything before that?" he asked, switching almost seamlessly into Concerned Citizen mode. "Anything a'tall? Or did you see anything that might give a clue as to a reason why someone would want you to-- to-- to do that?"
As for Fraser himself, he was definitely... well, this case was going to be a challenge. He pursed his lips, rubbing at his brow. "Well, Ray, I first came here eight months ago and for reasons that I'm not currently aware of have remained, presumably in the study of magic. I believe Turnbull arrived about a month and a half ago, and your arrival must have been less than three and a half weeks ago, as I was already absent at the time. The Sorting Hat is the mechanism for deciding where each new applicant lives and studies. It's fully sentient and has a rather... strange personality." He shot a worried glance at his hat. "And very, ah. Very. Well, it has certain likes and dislikes." He cleared his throat, forcing back a slight flush at his neck and ears. "Um. The midgets in question are, I think, House Elves. They're sort of like... indentured servants, if you will."
He scratched at his brow again, frowning. "These are the facts as far as I know them, Ray... I can't think of any reason why the Hat should want to see you wed, and I have no idea why it should choose Turnbull as a pa-- as, as a... groom." He had been about to say partner, but under the circumstances that seemed horribly wrong.
Of course Fraser knew Ray hated it when he did that. He probably wouldn't have done it if he didn't know -- with most people, Fraser was obliviously annoying, but with Ray he was downright contrary. Something about the detective really brought out the worst in him, sometimes. He frowned as Ray drew himself up, unflinching -- did Ray really think he'd be intimidated by the extremely narrow height difference? "The fact remains that you're blaming me for my absence, Ray, and there was simply nothing I could have done about it." Something struck him suddenly -- he arched a brow. "Come to think of it, Ray, where have you been? Before this, I mean. While I was in the Hospital Wing."