Unlike Ray, Fraser thought the Hat was actually a little too intelligent for its -- or his, or more specifically his Stetson's -- own good. Ever since his Sorting (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/997809.html?thread=50444209#t50444209), he had been waiting uneasily for the day the Hat made its move on his poor uniform. And he had to assume that there was some ulterior motive for this whole 'wedding' mess, a plan which had obviously succeeded, so... "I don't know, Ray. Brain size isn't always directly linked to intelligence. Why, just look at... say, Diefenbaker, as compared to an African elephant. Or, for that matter, you or I." He tapped the side of his head, lips quirking.
No, the Hat could be devious, Fraser believed that. And the more he thought about this whole issue, the more he was convinced that it needed to be stopped. "I'm sure it will be fine, Ray," he replied distractedly, his eyes wandering again over to the tents. Hmm. "They're normally very helpful." He could see about twenty, but that didn't seem like all of them... The scale of this operation was worryingly large; he felt a sudden surge of concern for his partner. "Don't worry, Ray. We're going to get you out of this," he said determinedly. "Whatever it takes. Keep, uh... keep hanging." Oh dear, the cliff metaphor was troubling. Not a good sign.
Out of automatic reflex his eyes darted to Ray's hand as it landed on his shoulder, but he didn't tense up the way he might have if anyone else had touched him. Then again, someone else might not have picked up on the fact that he wasn't as carefree about the amnesia as he let on. He knew it did no good to worry over it, and his father had assured him that everything was fine, but he was missing over half a year of his life -- how could he not be upset about it? He bowed his head and nodded, closing his eyes. "I'm sure you're right." Mostly, he'd been trying not to think about it. "Apparently it was something to do with a flight of stairs, I'm not sure of the details..."
He didn't pull back when Ray dropped his hand, which turned out to be a mistake. Ray was loud when he yelled. As skinny as he was, the man had a set of lungs on him like a bull moose. Fraser winced and stuck his finger in his ear, wiggling it around. "Ray! He's deaf. Yelling won't do you any good."
That didn't seem to make a difference, though. Dief had gone off on his own as soon as they'd hit the Hogwarts grounds, but he was on his way back now and smelled Ray the moment he got within range. Ray! And it was the real one this time, he was sure. Something had never quite smelled right about the old one -- this one smelled like Chicago, and that was Spiky!Ray all over (Shiny!Ray tended to smell more like meatballs). Only a few moments later he bounded up, almost knocking Ray over in his enthusiasm, licking eagerly at his hands and face. Ray was back! It was awesome!
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No, the Hat could be devious, Fraser believed that. And the more he thought about this whole issue, the more he was convinced that it needed to be stopped. "I'm sure it will be fine, Ray," he replied distractedly, his eyes wandering again over to the tents. Hmm. "They're normally very helpful." He could see about twenty, but that didn't seem like all of them... The scale of this operation was worryingly large; he felt a sudden surge of concern for his partner. "Don't worry, Ray. We're going to get you out of this," he said determinedly. "Whatever it takes. Keep, uh... keep hanging." Oh dear, the cliff metaphor was troubling. Not a good sign.
Out of automatic reflex his eyes darted to Ray's hand as it landed on his shoulder, but he didn't tense up the way he might have if anyone else had touched him. Then again, someone else might not have picked up on the fact that he wasn't as carefree about the amnesia as he let on. He knew it did no good to worry over it, and his father had assured him that everything was fine, but he was missing over half a year of his life -- how could he not be upset about it? He bowed his head and nodded, closing his eyes. "I'm sure you're right." Mostly, he'd been trying not to think about it. "Apparently it was something to do with a flight of stairs, I'm not sure of the details..."
He didn't pull back when Ray dropped his hand, which turned out to be a mistake. Ray was loud when he yelled. As skinny as he was, the man had a set of lungs on him like a bull moose. Fraser winced and stuck his finger in his ear, wiggling it around. "Ray! He's deaf. Yelling won't do you any good."
That didn't seem to make a difference, though. Dief had gone off on his own as soon as they'd hit the Hogwarts grounds, but he was on his way back now and smelled Ray the moment he got within range. Ray! And it was the real one this time, he was sure. Something had never quite smelled right about the old one -- this one smelled like Chicago, and that was Spiky!Ray all over (Shiny!Ray tended to smell more like meatballs). Only a few moments later he bounded up, almost knocking Ray over in his enthusiasm, licking eagerly at his hands and face. Ray was back! It was awesome!