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[emptyyourself]

I have been here decidedly too long when this sort of incident not only fails to surprise me, but is welcomed.

[Private to Sirius]

I suggest you take advantage of the Network today. I spoke with Potter, Lupin, and Albus when this last occurred.

[Private to Lucius]Make use of your communicator. You may have some luck in contacting your wife

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[dorianred]

[My goodness, he certainly wasn't expecting you on his television! But he'll sprawl out and look fetching at you. His accent is Posh As Hell and locates him from somewhere around Surrey]

Why shouldn't you welcome me, darling? I'll be the soul of good manners.

[Hairtoss, smilesmile] I won't even mention your fashion sense [says the man in skintight pants and about ten yards of silk blouse-and-scarves] - oh dear, I'm so sorry, did I just? But it's so dramatic with your coloration it works.

[emptyyourself]

[What. Are you.]

There must be some way to specify who I wish to contact.

[dorianred]

Not me? [Eyelash bat]

I can be perfectly charming company, I've been told. And you look just fascinating, darling. How did you hijack the beeb? Not that I'm complaining, that iron cow's been intolerable since her last re-election, I wouldn't even have been watching the conference if NATO wasn't involved.

[emptyyourself]

I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.

Who are you?

[dorianred]

Thatcher? That thing with the Pope being stolen? No?

Nevermind, dear. I'm Dorian Red, fourteenth Earl of Gloria, and who do I have the pleasure-?

[emptyyourself]

A wrong number, apparently.

[dorianred]

You're almost as touchy as my darling Major Eberbach. Same hairstyle, too, it's very charming. But you are the one who showed up on my television, dear, and I'm never a wrong number. [Sparkle]