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[dracolicious]

It isn't poisoned, if that's what you're thinking. Though it might be rubbish, I don't know. It's the price you pay for handmade apology tea.

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[boywholives]

And biscuits, too? I must be in for a verbal lashing to beat all others.

[dracolicious]

Well. I reckon you had enough of that last night, don't you agree?

[boywholives]

I have other things that I need to do than sit here and listen to this bullshit again.

[dracolicious]

And yet here you are.

[boywholives]

I'm finishing this letter if that's alright with you.

[dracolicious]

Since when do you write letters? Everyone you know is only a Floo or mobile call away.

[boywholives]

I have written letters to Sirius since I was thirteen years old.

[dracolicious]

And he's got a Floo and a mobile. You could visit him, if you liked. He's probably better company.

[boywholives]

First of all, what business it it of yours how I communicate with my godfather. Second of all, don't tempt me - the only reason I'm here right now is because I plan on tucking my kids into bed tonight.

[dracolicious]

And then leaving again?

[boywholives]

Would you care either way?

[dracolicious]

Yes.

[boywholives]

Does my presence in this house bother you that much?

[dracolicious]

The opposite, actually. It isn't right.

[boywholives]

You should have thought about that before you pushed me to the point that I couldn't stand to be under the same roof as you. It was for our children's sake that I left, otherwise they would have seen their father far angrier than he's ever been before.

[dracolicious]

I didn't intend to go that far. Not that intent makes a damn bit of difference now.