[Rumors only grow, yeah. He knows how that is. He's not exactly a guy with a bastion of friends clustered around him to fend off the vultures when they get hungry. He lets them have their way with him, mostly. It's easier. Simpler.]
Dunno how that'd work out. [He makes as if to shrug, which is a rather more complicated feat in this cramped tunnel-like space, thinks better of it, and forgoes the action.] People don't usually care what the truth is. It's the story they're interested in.
[The story of the weird, quiet, self-isolating Muggleborn who had unlabeled medication flown in by owl. He'd had to get that approved by the headmistress herself. But magic, while it can do many things, evidently can't fix the things that in him that are wholly and irrevocably broken.]
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Dunno how that'd work out. [He makes as if to shrug, which is a rather more complicated feat in this cramped tunnel-like space, thinks better of it, and forgoes the action.] People don't usually care what the truth is. It's the story they're interested in.
[The story of the weird, quiet, self-isolating Muggleborn who had unlabeled medication flown in by owl. He'd had to get that approved by the headmistress herself. But magic, while it can do many things, evidently can't fix the things that in him that are wholly and irrevocably broken.]