How can you tell?
Tue Aug 14, 2018 22:02

Russell’s response was to go stand in a corner, so Nolan might have chosen wrong in the partner department. Great. He should’ve just picked Buckley. The guy was always going on about how having a Muggle mother and a wizard father gave him a unique perspective on both the Muggle and magical worlds. It was ridiculous and tiresome, but maybe Buckley would know what to do with this board spring. At the very least he probably wouldn’t get so overwhelmed by it that he had to stand in a corner to settle down.

It’s a mousetrap. An inhumane one. You’ve got to do this one; I can’t.

That was real strange. Nolan might have expected that kind of pro-animal-welfare answer from someone like Myffi, who was all about taking care of all creatures great and small. Even Myffi was too down-to-earth to react like that to the mere sight of a mousetrap, though. She’d disapprove, sure, but that would just give her an opportunity to hop up on her soapbox. She wouldn’t put herself in a time-out over it. Russell just didn’t strike Nolan as the tree-hugging type. He wasn’t even in AgriClub. Granted, AgriClub was more about the plants, but there were heavy overtones of it being for the animals too. That Myfanwy sure knew how to champion a cause.

“Okay,” Nolan said, not especially fussed, “but what do I do with it?” He picked up the board. A little metal bar swung loosely when he turned it upside down to look at the bottom. There was nothing there. How was this supposed to trap a mouse? Weren’t much of a cage, and it didn’t have magic to help it along. Mice were pervasive bastards that could wriggle in through a hole the size of a sopophorous bean. Where you had corn, you had mice, and in Oklahoma they always had corn. Mice saw the horses’ feed as their own personal buffet. Nolan did his best to keep Quint’s area clean as possible, but with his horse so willing to toss his hay all around the stable, there was only so much he could do.

Back home, they didn’t mess around with silly Muggle traps or anti-rodent wards. Mousers were good enough for the Ramseys. “We get mice on the ranch too,” Nolan told Russell, fiddling aimlessly with the unarmed mechanism, “but we don’t use these. We got cats for ‘em. Don’t think they’re real humane about it neither, though.”

  • Not this one - Russell, Tue Aug 7 23:31
    The person to finally approach him was Nolan, whom he knew casually - they shared a few classes and he was pretty sure they’d wound up partners for at least two impossibly vague History assignments... more
    • How can you tell? - Nolan, Tue Aug 14 22:02
      • He took vague stock of Nolan’s question - just enough to deduct that the only way they were going to make it through this was if either they waited for the timer to go off and moved to the next... more
        • You’re so evasive - Nolan, Mon Sep 3 09:25
          Russell said he couldn’t imagine why this was one of their tasks. Nolan agreed, but for different reasons. Why bother learning how to do things the Muggle way? Everyone at RMI had magic—hell, even... more
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