...Hm. I...imagine so. My player is putting some effort into encouraging your own, but she is not quite as....adept at word-weaving as I am. Things are as well as can be expected. Idiocy and recklessness runs rampant among the younger year Slytherin. There is a ball soon; I fear I may be made to attend with Dionysus.
Mine has been under some stress, of late. She claims that she is looking forward to having me in play, though it is difficult to believe, since she has been so unbearably slow about everything. At least she appears to be making some progress, finally.
How unsurprising. Even our own house has not escaped the decline that so much of the wizarding world has suffered. It is my hope that I will be able to join you soon, and perhaps then things will not seem so bad.
Stress, hm. Her excitement is likely genuine. The work ethic is what needs improvement. [a beat] Ah, but no matter. The wait will make the arrival all the more satisfying for you, I am sure.
Unsurprising indeed. Contending with the unwashed masses is rather annoying, at times. I do hope you are. The lack of intelligent conversation is beginning to become a strain. It will be nice to have a kindred spirit, of sorts.
I should hope it is. I would very much dislike to be trapped here for an eternity. She seems to have found some inspiration in our... relationship, so I suppose I am grateful to your player. And to you.
It is much the same here. There are not many with whom I can speak as I wish to.
I'm sure you won't be. [spoken lightly, unconcerned] Has she? That is...fortunate, then. Then you are welcome. I am pleased to have been of some help. My player as well, no doubt.
Then it is good we are, at the least, allowed to speak through this medium. If nothing else, at the moment.
[A tiny tiny raising of her eyebrows.] The company is...not who I would have chosen.
No, I won't. My player wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, when it seems so many wish for my presence. [A pause.] It would appear so. The amount of... I hesitate to call it speaking, it is so unrefined, but the communicating my player and yours do on the subject indicates no small amount of interest.
It will do, for now.
[Cool as you please.] Oh? And who would you prefer as your escort?
[Her tone is airy, the sort of voice one would use to discuss the weather.] Mother sent the dress. It was an absolutely unacceptable shade of pink, but I've charmed it to a color far less offensive to the eyes.
It is black now, somewhat understated, but elegant. Mother has excellent taste in clothing, she merely appears to be colorblind.
How have you been?
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Well, I suppose. The waiting is tiresome, and now that my sisters are here I... would like to go. And you? How are things at the school?
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...Hm. I...imagine so. My player is putting some effort into encouraging your own, but she is not quite as....adept at word-weaving as I am. Things are as well as can be expected. Idiocy and recklessness runs rampant among the younger year Slytherin. There is a ball soon; I fear I may be made to attend with Dionysus.
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How unsurprising. Even our own house has not escaped the decline that so much of the wizarding world has suffered. It is my hope that I will be able to join you soon, and perhaps then things will not seem so bad.
With Dionysus? Ah.
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Unsurprising indeed. Contending with the unwashed masses is rather annoying, at times. I do hope you are. The lack of intelligent conversation is beginning to become a strain. It will be nice to have a kindred spirit, of sorts.
[A measured pause.] For appearances sake.
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It is much the same here. There are not many with whom I can speak as I wish to.
[Feigned indifference.] Please do enjoy yourself.
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Then it is good we are, at the least, allowed to speak through this medium. If nothing else, at the moment.
[A tiny tiny raising of her eyebrows.] The company is...not who I would have chosen.
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It will do, for now.
[Cool as you please.] Oh? And who would you prefer as your escort?
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If their talks are any indication, our patience will be rewarded.
[A beat, and then, smoothly.] I do not believe they'll be arriving in time for the event. I'll make do, regardless.
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[A tiny, near-invisible smile.] It is their loss, I'm sure.
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[a flicker of a smile] Or my own loss.
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[A sigh, resigned, but not sad.] Perhaps both.
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Mm. [a weighted silence] Perhaps.
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It is black now, somewhat understated, but elegant. Mother has excellent taste in clothing, she merely appears to be colorblind.
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Ah... that will suit you well, I think.
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