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[pint_of_bitter]

Mum popped in yesterday morning to wish me a happy birthday. It was a while since she'd Floo'ed in unexpectedly like that, I suppose it took some time for the shock to wear off after the last visit she decided to grace me with. As I recall, it was the night we'd had the Russian sailors over, and Mum arrived right in the midst of a rather

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[jmff]

I didn't forget. Didn't you get the package I sent you?

[pint_of_bitter]

... No?

[jmff]

Something must have eaten my owl.

[pint_of_bitter]

Oh, I hope not! Poor Dorian. Maybe he just stopped to have a kip in a tree somewhere on the way?

[jmff]

I sent it last night...

[pint_of_bitter]

Hm. Well, maybe he just left it. I'll check the windowsill, as loud as things were around here last night I doubt I'd have heard him tapping at the window.

[jmff]

That doesn't make up for the fact that he still didn't come home.

I wonder if Steve ate him.

[pint_of_bitter]

Surely not! He's a bit large for Steve to eat, and he can fly so it isn't as if he's some immobile pair of shoes waiting to be devoured. I do hope you find him soon.

... And there was something on my sill. I am completely awed and take back everything. You are wonderful.

[jmff]

I know I am.

I've got that hat in the closet, actually. Shall I come over and model it for you? You can model your giftie for me as well.

I'll bring this bottle of wine I just opened.

[pint_of_bitter]

Oh, fantastic!

You were utterly adorable in that hat, you know. Everyone said so. I don't think Alexei minded too terribly when you absconded with it.

[jmff]

I'm actually not the one who wears it, usually.

[pint_of_bitter]

Oh, really? Do tell!

[jmff]

I wouldn't dare.

[pint_of_bitter]

But I tell you everything...

[jmff]

I'll tell you when I come over then.

[pint_of_bitter]

Ooh. Excellent.