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[text][the adventure of the initial advertisement]

Consulting detective services available.

Specialties include solving the apparently unsolveable, chemistry, criminal subcultures & serial killers.

Fees negotiated on sliding scale, will work pro bono

[It takes a second, but he adds]

or for tea & soup.

-SH.

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Yes?

You make the offer, and if it's interesting enough, I might be convinced to add in that tea and soup.

I'd rather not waste my time.

What makes you think I'll waste it, Mr. Holmes? Surely coming up with an offer of suitable interest to a man whom you can only make judgments on based on the sense of hearing rather than sight is more challenging than doing nothing and letting your mind rot, no?

I have more to judge you on than my sense of hearing. I began reading back through your feed the moment you contacted me.

I would have been disappointed had you not. So then, what can you tell me about myself? Under a locked filter, if you would please. I don't need my private business broadcast more than it already has been.

For the book.

For a copy of the book? Fine.

You have more than one?

You should know that I am able to make copies, should you not? And that I'm not in the habit of loaning out my personal books.

Not even to their subjects? You are touchy.

Are you not touchy about your things, Mr. Holmes? But again, such a thing shouldn't be news to you. So, do we have a deal?

We do. Where shall we meet?

Where are you right now? I can come to you.

No. I'll meet you outside the clinic.

Very well, say in ten minutes?

Understood.

Good.

[Sherlock will be waiting, right on time, lounged against the side of the building with his hands tucked in his pockets and his collar turned up against the wind.]

_{[Snape arrives at exactly ten minutes, coming from the direction of the lake and clad in his usual black, with his cloak billowing out behind in true Snapian fashion. He pauses to nod silently at Sherlock before gesturing (and discreetly casting Muffliato) for them to continue walking. The clinic, with Riddle inside, is hardly a place he wants to have this conversation.]}

Professor.

[Holmes greets, with a nod.]

Mr. Holmes.

Who are you afraid of in the clinic?

I don't need others hearing our conversation.

What could a potions professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry possibly have to fear?

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