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[sky_w_diamonds]

[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

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[summercrumbs]

Apparently that happens all the time in this place.

[sky_w_diamonds]

Does it indeed? And what precisely is 'this place'?

[summercrumbs]

Good point. I have no idea. Didn't think enough to ask.

[sky_w_diamonds]

*a wry look*

Clever thing, aren't you?

[summercrumbs]

Not at all, but I'm fine with that.

[sky_w_diamonds]

Well, at least you know what you are. Better that than an idiot who thinks himself Stephen Hawking.

[summercrumbs]

Who's Stephen whatwhat? So true. I hate people who are like that.

[sky_w_diamonds]

*uninterested Lucy is uninterested. The boy is boring*

Quite.

[summercrumbs]

You a friend of Harry's then?

[sky_w_diamonds]

I rather doubt it's the same Harry you're thinking of. My Harry, I'm married to.

[summercrumbs]

So you're, um, Winnie? Ginny?

[sky_w_diamonds]

*scornful eyebrow*

Hardly. Lucy Saxon, Lady of Tarminster.

[summercrumbs]

Probably a different Harry then.

Lady? How come?

[sky_w_diamonds]

Probably.

Because I inherited the title. Why else is anyone a Lady?

[summercrumbs]

But inherited titles were stopped in 1999, no one inherits them anymore.

[sky_w_diamonds]

((OOC: Seriously? I did not know that. And feel like a bit of a prat now))

In your world, perhaps. Such things differ, I've found.