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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/12768475/24/I place Iolaire on top of his new vessel, the hat squirming excitedly, like an anxious toddler. As soon as he connects with it, the body suddenly shoots up clumsily, eyes wide and arms flailing wildly. "Merlin!" Iolaire cries, his voice now projected from his new ride. "I have hands! Legs! A real mouth!" he continues, awkwardly rubbing his face and pinching himself in places to make sure that everything is quite real. "I have a body!"
"Looks like it," I reply tiredly, moving to wipe the sweat from my brow, confusedly holding out a dry hand in front of me. Looks like in addition to not bleeding, I don't sweat. Odd. Again, I'll worry about that another time. Iolaire jumps to his feet, stumbling slightly as he moves towards me and pulls me up into a great bear hug, crying out in laughter as I hiss at him. "Let me down!"
"Alright, alright!" he bubbles, setting me down and then dancing a little jig. "I can't believe this! Almost one thousand years, and you've finally given me everything I ever dreamed of! I'm alive, properly alive. If anyone ever gives you trouble about your powers, you show them what you did here today and ask them again if they think necromancy is all bad," he marvels, staring at the back of his hands with unbridled fascination.
"Yes, show them the affront to humanity that is the Sorting Hat come to life, here to burn our world to the ground and hear the lamentations of our women," I snort playfully
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