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I may need your persuasive talents, Sus. I find myself at a wonderful loss. Hannah won't listen to me and keeps over coming my attempts with an adorable pout. She needs to go to St. Mungo's for a check up, at least, but insists she's fine. Laying about the house all day, Han, as beautiful an addition to any room as you are especially mine, can't be good for you. You really need to have a check up. Just so I can stop worrying so much. An incentive would be that once you do, we can move into Susan's, you'll have your best friend's company and you won't have my mum fussing over you nearly as much as me. Plus I can breathe easily knowing you're both there for each other. I think it'll be beneficial for us all, really. You will have to contend with Susan's mum for an hour a day (Is she still checking up on you, Sus?).
It seems you journal lot have all ready heard, but I'll say it anyway. I do rather a formal announcement than heresay. Hannah is no longer missing. That is to say, she is home and doing well.
And, Justin. Do return my owls, you sullen git. That talk is much over due. You need words of advice, not bloody solitude.
It seems you journal lot have all ready heard, but I'll say it anyway. I do rather a formal announcement than heresay. Hannah is no longer missing. That is to say, she is home and doing well.
And, Justin. Do return my owls, you sullen git. That talk is much over due. You need words of advice, not bloody solitude.