Drop the identity game, it's starting to become annoying.
I shall see you tomorrow then.
~Blaise
Sending the owl off again, Blaise sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. It was done, and his immediate future depended on how things went tomorrow. It was his last day where he could go back to this dingy little room which no amount of transfiguration could ever make better. He needed to find a source of money or a place to stay.
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Sure thing. Meet you at the Beedle Bar at 11:30PM.
- The Green Vesper Girl.
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Drop the identity game, it's starting to become annoying.
I shall see you tomorrow then.
~Blaise
Sending the owl off again, Blaise sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. It was done, and his immediate future depended on how things went tomorrow. It was his last day where he could go back to this dingy little room which no amount of transfiguration could ever make better. He needed to find a source of money or a place to stay.
Tomorrow then.
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