Aaaand nothing. Merope shrugged more for his own benefit than anything else as he began to put things back into their proper place. Or as close to what he could remember -- putting things back
exactly as they were was something Merope couldn't do considering his generalized apathy against anyone and everything. Including himself.
Once things were more or less in place (or at least shoved into the cabinets again), Merope took one last glance around the Infirmary before heading out the door.
[EXIT to boss thread~]HP: 11/40
Carrying: +1 Pumpkin Pill