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[Have one Lucy Saxon, appearing out of thin air and looking amused and slightly, indulgently irritated]
Honestly, Harry, where have-
[She pauses to look about herself, and it soon becomes clear that the Master is, in fact, nowhere in sight. Her eyebrows elevate slightly, and red-painted lips purse]
Hmm. Well. Should be interesting, at least. Not ( Read more... )