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"I'm not sure what you're trying to say to us either," apologizes Dumbledore.
This is so confusing and so frustrating and Cora kind of wants to onk about it but the misunderstanding is not around enough to be onked. >:( squish squish squish squish squish >:(
Nnneeiiiiiimms, it tries melancholicly.
Cleo will teach it more words, sure. Up and down! Castle and lake! Sun, setting now, and moon!
That's not at all the thing Cora meant, but the thing it meant was onkworthily frustrating and this thing is instead something it can be so smart at, so it lets itself be distracted. But also distracted by the radio's goodsounds and by turning points into delicious pokes after a pretty short while.
When the sun is most of the way down Cleo catches the deliciously-poking hands. "I need to go back inside and eat dinner. Professor, can she keep the radio?"
"By all means; I expect that I would get far less use out of it," says Dumbledore agreeably.
The catching is kind of onkful because Cora wasn't expecting that at all. It floats backwards and makes an unhappy trilling sound, once it's done freezing up.
Khhhahhhss - Khhhlio kahhhhsssuhhlinnng? Iiiiiii'm kahhhsuhlinnnnnnh? Cora floats a ways in that direction, waiting for the foods to follow.
"- Cleo's castling and Cora's not castling. Cora's staying here and - radioing."
Oh, right. Cora picks up the radio and returns to the castleward spot. Ihhhhhm rhhhadyoinnnn.
"You're radioing here. The castle is for humans and you are a Dementor not a human."
It floats down to put its face near the ground and look for interesting things this might be referring to!
"Can you be here with the radio, and me and Professor Dumbledore will go to the castle, and you will not go to the castle?"
"Not the rock. The place. The castle is over there, it's not here. You stay where you are now, and don't go to the castle, and me and Professor Dumbledore do go to the castle."
Cora definitely doesn't understand all this, but what it might understand is something it is not happy about. Khhhhhliohhhh. It presses the rock into the sponge for Advanced Squishing.
"You wanna hang out more, that makes sense. I'll come back tomorrow, okay? When the sun is up again."
"When the sun," point, "comes up, over there," point, "it will be tomorrow! And I'll come over in the morning. While the sun is... about... there."
Cleo will start shuffling back toward the castle after a bit. Maybe Cora understood!