"I don't think there's a spell for that..." Terry's voice trailed off, a sure sign that his brain was working out a potential solution to that, and if action wasn't taken quickly Terry would be lost to his imagination, and might jsut end up blowing up the bar a little bit.
Luckily, the bartender brought the warm Butterbeer, and it was enough to snap Terry out of his fugue state. "Mine too," Terry agreed, taking a sip of his own beverage. "What do you think JD's sprog wants from her Uncle Bootsie?"
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