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Tom Riddle, Lord of the House of Arch, is not best pleased. He steps into Milliways from the House of Arch painting, having heard rumors of the strange happenings in the bar.
He hasn't been here in quite some time. It's not that he hasn't wished to visit, but time flows both quickly and slowly in the Underside, and he and Door have been far busier than ever before. There is a little lad in the House of Arch now - their son, Portico, was born a few months ago. The baby will not be visiting the bar, especially now.
He goes to the bar, wand in hand, and orders his customary scotch. "Hello, Bar. I understand we're in another fine mess."
At least the scotch is as fine as always.
He hasn't been here in quite some time. It's not that he hasn't wished to visit, but time flows both quickly and slowly in the Underside, and he and Door have been far busier than ever before. There is a little lad in the House of Arch now - their son, Portico, was born a few months ago. The baby will not be visiting the bar, especially now.
He goes to the bar, wand in hand, and orders his customary scotch. "Hello, Bar. I understand we're in another fine mess."
At least the scotch is as fine as always.