Some days, Harry had to accept that the thing that was most likely to keep him alive for a long time wasn't how smart he was, or how good he was at his craft, but the fact that he was good at maintaining friendships with people more responsible than he was. "Some days" included today, and at the moment Mabel arrived, Harry was writing a note to himself to remember to do something nice for her. Because at some point "thank you" sounded a little hollow when the next week she had to come back for something else. And this was the third week in a row.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Harry said by way of greeting when he opened the door to let Mabel into his lab. There was a decidedly lopsided nature to his gait as he led the way back to his sitting area. "Really, it barely hurts."

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