"The ladies would be all over scars, though," he teased, "as long as they're tasteful. Tell 'em you got them saving a fair maiden from the grasp of a Hebridean Black."

At least they might believe that with Munny MacFusty. Scars would only make him a walking display of irony - possessing both scars and his name might cause unwanted attention.

"But whatever. We'll figure something out," he sighed, gathering his covers. Examinations were coming to a close, but he still had to handle Care of Magical Creatures; he needed sleep.

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