Owls to Molly Walker and Noah Bennet

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It had been quite some time since Mohinder had gotten to Hogwarts, and he realized he was really hopelessly out of touch with the few people he knew from before. It was pretty sad when the person he'd spent the most time with was Sylar of all people. Finally, he decided to fix it and send off a few owls.


Dear Molly,

How are you doing? I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch. I've got a new job and I got kind of lost in the lab.

Are you still feeling all right? How has everything been? I'd love to hear what you've been up to.

Yours,
Mohinder



Mr. Bennet,

I've been somewhat out of touch lately and I thought I should write to check in. Is everything going all right? Have you heard anything from the company them?

How is Molly doing?

Sincerely,
Dr. Mohinder Suresh

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Mohinder couldn't help but laugh. "Well, thank you. I'm glad you think this is an improvement." In a way, he had to agree. He'd been fond of his old lab, but he couldn't make things fly and sing there. That made this place, as Molly put it, much awesomer.

He straightened up, following her pointing finger to the exploded, as-yet-untidied mess, and flashed her a rueful, sheepish grin. "I think I may have done enough exploding for one day, don't you think?"

Now that she was here? No, probably not.

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"Do you blow stuff up on purpose, or is it sometimes an accident?" The only thing Molly could really equate potions with was chemistry, about which she knew very little--that sort of thing wasn't covered in much detail in the fifth grade. So far as she could understand it, lots of chemicals went boom.

She looked around the room as she spoke, at the counters that were a little too tall for her to properly examine. Molly was small for her age, and she thought that if she were to spend any real time in here, she'd need a stool.