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Draco collapsed onto the sofa with a curse. The flat was an inferno, curtains limp and shimmering vapors wafting through the open windows as June sunlight spread over the floor like melted butter.
"Yes, I know," he huffed. "I'm sweating on you. But in my defense, everyone is sweating everywhere in this heatwave."
The orange lump beside him let out a low, displeased mew.
"Alright. So, what do you need?"
Honey-brown eyes narrowed; one tufted brow furrowed with that unmistakable contempt: Figure it out, you idiot!
Sighing, Draco emptied the contents out of the brown bag: moon-mint, valerian, beetle wing, an emergency bottle of liquor (for him), and several ingredients he'd somehow decoded from furious feline hisses.
The bottle-brush tail flicked.
"I know I fucked up," he grumbled. "But how was I supposed to know that you shelved the Cooling Tonics with the Animorphus Pemanens, Granger?"