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We're... in London. Somewhere. I thought I knew where I was going and I'm pretty sure I still do, but I can't let the Weasley's know I'm lost. Ron will, I'm sure, rip my head right off my body and use it for football--badly, just to spite my death.
So... yes. We're in London somewhere. Send help and warm clothing. Especially warm clothing. Parts of my body very personal to me are much too cold for my liking.
So... yes. We're in London somewhere. Send help and warm clothing. Especially warm clothing. Parts of my body very personal to me are much too cold for my liking.