I decided that he needed to get some sense knocked into his head
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"Pal, if you want to serve as therapist to the fucked up kids in this school, you really should get some therapy yourself and stop blaming yourself for what happened this morning. I don't want you infecting other kids with this self-flagellation, there, there's enough of it going around."

Ooh here's a completely dark flight of stairs, fun. They're almost at the ground level where the real adventure begins. Unfortunately mals here have already gotten the memo that they want to stay away from Scorpius Lake so.

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"Yeah, it's terrible when people take all the responsibility and make every bad situation about themselves."

The triplets actually pause before going down at the set of stairs, then they cover themselves with a thin haze and follow Scorpius.

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"I was going to ask if you got any education regarding Scholomance safety, but you clearly have. You would need to know to do the opposite so thoroughly."

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"Yeah!" he replies brightly, soldiering into the darkness with absolutely not a care in the world. "And you see, Trevor, I am very aware that my choices are not the healthiest. That's why I'm not trying to convince anyone else to do it. If I'm going to die by my choices, let me not drag anyone else to Hell with me."

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"Golly gee, at least you're self-aware about it and I can make out with you. How many conversations do we need after the tragic backstory before we avoid the bad ending?"

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"I feel like 'mals eating me' does not necessarily make for a bad ending." Lowest level, now he can make his merry way through the badly-lit corridors to the shop. There's the sound of scurrying and Scorpius tries to hit it with a spell but misses. "Imagine I manage to prevent, I don't know, a fifth of the deaths that would have happened without me here. Even if at the end I get eaten that seems pretty sweet to me."

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"—I don't have a deathwish, to be clear!" he says, but it's kinda hard to believe given the way he once again just walks into the workshop without even checking for mals in advance. "I just don't really think—look, I'm just one person. My life isn't worth more than other people's. So if other people live because of me then... the world is better because of me. Isn't it? What else could I ask for?"

Click click click of course the workshop's lights aren't working at this time. Oh well, he turns up the light from his hand and starts looking around for anything that looks hungry.

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"You sure look like you have a deathwish," Trevor says bitterly.

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"Then I guess you can say you told me so when I fuck up," he says, shrugging and leaning his weight against a metal chair. Using his glowing hand. Which is in fact very very hot and does in fact make the metal chair start melting with a screeching noise as it thrashes. "Mimic," he adds, "and there are a handful of others there." He tugs his chin up to gesture in their direction.

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They have since followed him into the workshop.

Felix fluidly reaches into a pocket at the front of his pants. And with a short incantation... his hand explodes. Or rather, there is an explosion in his hand that warps and twists into streams of fire that hit three actual mimics and two objects that just happened to have duplicates around the room.

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Trevor and Fenris raise a combined shield for incoming attacks.

Also, an explosion in a confined space sure is rather loud. Which is sure to stir up anything nearby. Or deafen Scorpius.

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Scorpius is fine, and he grins at Felix when he attacks. That was cool.

The nearly-dead mimic-chair he's been melting is grabbed with both hands, and he swings it around himself twice to get enough momentum to hurl it all the way into a shadowed corner of the main room, and the inhuman scream from that direction informs them that he has in fact hit something. He unsheathes his lightsaber and goes to town in the darkness.

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Scorpius presumably can't see Felix's reaction from this angle.

Which is grab another handful of ammo and shoot at stuff. One of the streams of fire arcs around Scorpius to hit the chair he was fighting, only two make a sharp turn and hit a mimic apparently masquerading as the door to one of the supply cabinets. And from the sound of two other blasts, something in the other corner of the room was also hit.

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Offence is the best defence, in Scorpius's opinion.

It's still early in the year, though, so the worst maleficaria have not yet shown up. They can make short work of the opportunists trying to sneak into boxes and closets and side rooms.

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Despite being obviously the majority of their firepower, Felix isn't the only one to contribute, his brothers land a shot or two.

Then there is a gust of wind to clear up the smoke.

"Did you notice if the mals we got also gave you mana?" Fenris asks after the fight has apparently stopped.

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"—oh, right, that. I'm... pretty sure they did, yeah? At least some of them?"

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"Clearly, we should've tries this under more controlled circumstances. While wearing lab coats."

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"It's not my fault New York didn't."

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Felix is just... checking around the perimeter, not looking particularly thrilled.

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Scorpius shrugs and twirls the handle of his no-longer-a-lightsaber between his fingers.

"Next: alchemy lab."

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