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[ironicalsmile]

It has been some time since the Mansion has seen hide or hair of Mr. Jonathan Strange. It's hard to believe that a man could possibly remain so long (three months, indeed, is quite a long time!) in a library, but if any man might possibly be capable of such a feat, it would be Strange

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[colored_gowns]

"Why, there you are," she says, as if she last saw him only a moment ago. She smiles, just a little.

[ironicalsmile]

"Arabella!" Strange stares at her as though he has never seen her before, as though, despite his instinctive cry of her name, he does not recognize her; after a moment, he shakes his head a little, and his eyes focus.

"How - how are you?"

[colored_gowns]

"I am well. But you look rather pale, my dear."

[ironicalsmile]

"Too little sunlight, my love," he returns, with the ghost of his old sardonic smile. Indeed, the darkness swirls around him like an overzealous shadow, despite the lamps shining smugly on the walls.

[abitofboth]

"Well," dryly, "I hope you've gotten something accomplished, Mr Strange."

T: Not really meant to be an anti-OTP... unless you wanted it to be, I suppose!

[ironicalsmile]

"Unfortunately," Strange answers just as dryly, turning to look at Childermass, "I don't believe I have."

T: Haha, that one's up to you! I'm game for anything, so!

[abitofboth]

"That's a shame. Forget what you were trying to accomplish?"

T: Um...I suppose we'll see? But probably not. XD

[ironicalsmile]

A slight smile. "Perhaps once or twice."