If Raphael ever had to handle a dead body again, he'd probably vomit. Probably because he had already vomited, much to his embarrassment, within seconds of watching the pipe be removed from Walter's limp body, and any time after this would just remind him of what he'd gone through. It turned out magic didn't interact with the dead as it did with living people; it treated him like an object, almost, careless and harsh. Or maybe it was just because Raphael was used to seeing people tense up and control their own bodies while being manipulated by magic. Now they were in the clean-up process, with Walter's body having been wrapped in a blanket Yaxley had conjured up. There were more splatters of blood on the floor now than there had been when they'd arrived, and Raphael assigned himself the task of cleaning it up while Yaxley worked on destroying the pipe.
"I can't believe you killed a man," he said, sounding winded despite the complete lack of physical exertion it had taken to get to this point. "Remind me to never get on your bad side again." His mood had soured since they'd left the house, and he'd been poking at her since. He wasn't mad at her, not really—he just needed someone to complain at, and she was right there.
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