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Berty Borr 
Lord Borr waved all the silly family related nonsense off. Family matters were just that - things that only mattered to family. Lord Borr didn't care if his father was the muggle pope or Jack the Ripper. Didn't matter. He'd gone off track.
"Focus, my boy. Focus." The tears in his eyes hadn't gone unnoticed. "You need a hug or something?" Lord Borr considered it,but did not offer his arms. He knew that men needed hugs sometimes, but he was not going to encourage his men to be wimpy and girly. "We need to make the boys around here into men. I don't think many are up to it,but I've already seen a few potentials. I need you to help me scout out potentials. Ones with class and," a loud chunk of air passed out of Lord Borr, leaving no room for even Lord Borr to ignore it. "Pardon me," and then he went on unfazed, "and ambitions like yours. The ones that aren't too - degenerate - to make something of themselves."
A hug? Will was horrified at the thought of this walrus of a gassy man embracing him (or even touching him!) but did not let it change his expression.
"No sir, no hug is needed, I'm fine. But thank you." He shook his head. A hug? Was this guy for real?
"I'd be happy-- no, honoured-- to be one of your scouts, sir... " He nodded, disregarding the...
please don't let that be another stank bomb oh Merlin no no no... noise from Lord Borr's great and horrific bowel system.
"As a prefect, I feel I'm likely in a good position to be your eyes and ears... And while we're on the subject of ambition, sir... As a boy of strong drive and ambition, I have a concern I'd like to share with you. May I?"
The newest blend of the fragrance
Eau Mah Lawdie That Do Smell Bad! by Lord Borr wafted across the room. Will clenched his jaws to keep his gorge from rising; to vomit would be extremely bad form. At least there had been a good span of time since his last meal, so his stomach wasn't too full. He was regretting the bite of cookie, however. Yes indeedy he was.