Yes, yes, and yes. It's fine. They're rather strict, but the rules are clearly delineated, and I have had no troubles keeping within the specified bounds. I've also made the acquaintance of my employer's heir. He is...quite different from the current duke.
If I had doubted it, I don't any longer. I do believe your mothering has gotten worse, Lily. I've missed you as well. Has that Potter bloke been after you more?
You're speaking of Sir Sirius Black, are you not? He seemed like a nice man, definitely not like the rest of his family. I also enjoyed his company.
Would you rather I be otherwise? We could be best friends and I could show my appreciation for your helpfulness through firm back slaps instead of hugs. Potter--
On the fated day when pigs fly, Remus, I'll let you ask me that question again.
Indeed I am. He seems rather bound and determined to befriend me. I only hope it won't bring down his father's displeasure. Such an occurrence could affect my being able to get a position in another noble household, should it come to that.
Please don't. I'm fragile, you know, and you hit rather hard for a girl. I learned my lesson quite early on, thanks, and would much rather have the hugs.
Ah, you must mean the fated day foretold in days long past when Sir Potter of the exceedingly thick skin would stop pursuing you? I wish you good luck and Godspeed in the interim.
Befriend him, Remus -- I think he would make an excellent companion, and it would do you some good to get some fresh air. You've worried me, as of late.
I am unaware of my own strength sometimes, you'll have to excuse me. Even if you do, at times, deserve it. Hugs you shall have, then.
Perhaps, if I were to position one of those thick texts just right, it would fall atop of his head and knock those silly thoughts right out. Or it would simply bounce, considering his head is seemingly full of hot air.
I think I may need to fear from my life, what with the two of you ganging up on me. In all honesty, though, I'm sorry if I have worried you. I feel terrible for leaving you at the library, and going off to find a position. I shall try my best to procure some time off in which to visit you, and soon.
Your hand is as light and dainty as ever, you merely hit with the depth of your feelings, that is all. Must be that red hair of yours, it is said to belong to those of rather...volatile passions.
So long as you don't damage the book in your experiments. They're far too rare to risk on something like that. If things really do get too bad, I suppose I could try speaking with him, if he would deign to see me.
That was not at all what I intended to say, and well you know it. I had started to say 'my lord', but upon remembering your abhorrence for my using a title in conjunction with your name, I left off. Perhaps I shan't in the future.
I've read aloud many a time, and had a grand time doing so, as have those who had listened to the reading. But we shall of course disregard such an activity, as reading is not for groups, or so you have enlightened me.
Ah, well...I see. Odd how small the world can be, is it not?
You can, if you'd like to risk further pestering. You don't want me to get creative~
I'll pick out one of my favorites and have you read it to me; see if I "have a grand time" listening or not. Either way, though, it is NOT a group activity and I will think of something much better for us to do.
Very odd. Good to finally put a face to the name he keeps writing to me about, though if he talks to her the way he talks about her... I wouldn't blame her if she ended up taking a very heavy object to his head.
Horrors. I'm quite sure I don't want you to get creative, not at all. In fact, it seems in my best interest that you do not.
As a compromise, I suppose we could read it outside - so long as the duke would not take umbrage to us bringing something so precious as a book outside.
I don't think I want to know, and yet a morbid sense of curiosity is overtaking me. Is it quite terrifying, his obsession?
I have my own books; my father has no say over those. I think I know a good place to read, too. You have yourself a deal!
It's more horribly pathetic and irritating. If Lily doesn't end up taking a book to his head, I'm pretty sure I'd eventually have to shove him down a flight of stairs or something.
Well, in either case, it is a load off my mind to know that he is not the terrifying sort of stalker, just the persistently annoying sort. Oh dear, that does sound rather serious - er, unintentional pun there - to threaten such bodily harm. He must be rather effusive in his rambles.
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I've missed you. Can you tell?
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If I had doubted it, I don't any longer. I do believe your mothering has gotten worse, Lily. I've missed you as well. Has that Potter bloke been after you more?
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Would you rather I be otherwise? We could be best friends and I could show my appreciation for your helpfulness through firm back slaps instead of hugs. Potter--
On the fated day when pigs fly, Remus, I'll let you ask me that question again.
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Please don't. I'm fragile, you know, and you hit rather hard for a girl. I learned my lesson quite early on, thanks, and would much rather have the hugs.
Ah, you must mean the fated day foretold in days long past when Sir Potter of the exceedingly thick skin would stop pursuing you? I wish you good luck and Godspeed in the interim.
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I am unaware of my own strength sometimes, you'll have to excuse me. Even if you do, at times, deserve it. Hugs you shall have, then.
Perhaps, if I were to position one of those thick texts just right, it would fall atop of his head and knock those silly thoughts right out. Or it would simply bounce, considering his head is seemingly full of hot air.
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Your hand is as light and dainty as ever, you merely hit with the depth of your feelings, that is all. Must be that red hair of yours, it is said to belong to those of rather...volatile passions.
So long as you don't damage the book in your experiments. They're far too rare to risk on something like that. If things really do get too bad, I suppose I could try speaking with him, if he would deign to see me.
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It's a plan.
And if you think I'm odd, wait until you meet Sir Potter.
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Eh, you know Lily's erstwhile suitor?
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You can't enjoy good company while surrounded by BOOKS, reading isn't a group activity. And don't think up a way to make it one, I won't have it.
Grew up with him, possibly much in the same way as Lady Lily and yourself. His father was my Knight Master.
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I've read aloud many a time, and had a grand time doing so, as have those who had listened to the reading. But we shall of course disregard such an activity, as reading is not for groups, or so you have enlightened me.
Ah, well...I see. Odd how small the world can be, is it not?
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I'll pick out one of my favorites and have you read it to me; see if I "have a grand time" listening or not. Either way, though, it is NOT a group activity and I will think of something much better for us to do.
Very odd. Good to finally put a face to the name he keeps writing to me about, though if he talks to her the way he talks about her... I wouldn't blame her if she ended up taking a very heavy object to his head.
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As a compromise, I suppose we could read it outside - so long as the duke would not take umbrage to us bringing something so precious as a book outside.
I don't think I want to know, and yet a morbid sense of curiosity is overtaking me. Is it quite terrifying, his obsession?
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I have my own books; my father has no say over those. I think I know a good place to read, too. You have yourself a deal!
It's more horribly pathetic and irritating. If Lily doesn't end up taking a book to his head, I'm pretty sure I'd eventually have to shove him down a flight of stairs or something.
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