Bruises and Books
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28. Wada Calcium CD3
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"What the hell is this?" Percy demanded, waving about a bottle of pills.
"A bottle of pills," Marcus responded nonchalantly, not even looking up from his Daily Prophet.
Percy pursed his lips in aggravation. "Yes, it is. Now, what is it for and why do you have it?"
Marcus looked up. "That bottle is for pills. You see they now have this convenient holding case as to not lose pills or spill them unnecessarily."
"Marcus," Percy said evenly. Marcus had become too familiar with that voice; Percy had used it to be intimidating, but it just made him sound ridiculous.
"Read the bottle, Percy," he sighed.
"Marcus, why do you have a bottle of birth control pills?"
"Birth control pills don't come in bottles, Percy."
"And yet you have a bottle of birth control pills. Why?"
"My sister left them over," Marcus explained with a shrug.
"And why have you not returned them?"
"I like the sugar pills."
"Ew!"
"Don't be such a girl, Percy."
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This is one of the last few humorous parts: it becomes serious from here on out (with one exception). So enjoy this.
Thank you to my lovely reviewers! Don't Panic, imakeeper, and Catri Howlman-Carthaki spy. I think I may have to draw an image of Marcus in an apron...
