Graham broke out into a rare, full smile then, exhaling the breath he didn't know he was holding. The promise of thestrals' saliva filled him with an overwhelming feeling of invincibility. He'd soon be playing Creator, righting the world to its original, pure state.
"You are good, Nott. Make it a dozen vials then." He pulled a small black pouch tied with a silver thin rope from his pocket and tossed it over to Theo; it was packed with gold galleons. "That should cover it. It should also cover drinks. We're long overdue."
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Date: 2010-08-20 06:14 am (UTC)"You are good, Nott. Make it a dozen vials then." He pulled a small black pouch tied with a silver thin rope from his pocket and tossed it over to Theo; it was packed with gold galleons. "That should cover it. It should also cover drinks. We're long overdue."