[ Maurice's spine straightens up when the door shuts behind him, but he doesn't turn around and look. ]
[What he does do is stand there awkwardly. The chairs look so nice and soft, but his stupid tail makes chairs difficult. He thumps the end of said stupid tail softly against the ground as he waits for Alastor to assess his work. His ears twitch and strain for any sounds of disapproval.]
[A thought enters his head. Are there ghosts in Hell? Is Alastor some kind of ghost? Maybe!!]
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[What he does do is stand there awkwardly. The chairs look so nice and soft, but his stupid tail makes chairs difficult. He thumps the end of said stupid tail softly against the ground as he waits for Alastor to assess his work. His ears twitch and strain for any sounds of disapproval.]
[A thought enters his head. Are there ghosts in Hell? Is Alastor some kind of ghost? Maybe!!]