*Esmerelda is going over a recent owl from Dearborn--away so soon after his return with Evan and now, back out in the Soviet bloc, chasing down rumors of a powerful protective amulet-maker.*
Lauren. Get that, it's probably Quigg.
*The squib servant Lauren, currently dusting the office, scurries out to open the door.
Lauren immediately knows that Esmerelda won't be pleased they've sent such a young boy. She had specifically asked for Quigg himself, both for his assistance in double-checking the wards on the house and for some covert advice regarding how likely it was these amulets Dearborn was chasing down were, in fact, based on a mobile ward, which is a piece of magic so tricky as to be nigh impossible, or at least impractical.
"Good after noon, Mister--?" Lauren says, curtsying and looking curious.*
She leads him along the hall to the office, where Esmerelda is penning a return note.
"Miss Rosier, there's an issue. This is Mister Pettigrew? From the Arithmancer's."
Esmerelda looks up, glancing from Lauren to Peter and back again. She puts down her quill and stands, smoothing her skirt's wrinkles over her thighs. She addresses herself to Peter.*
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Lauren. Get that, it's probably Quigg.
*The squib servant Lauren, currently dusting the office, scurries out to open the door.
Lauren immediately knows that Esmerelda won't be pleased they've sent such a young boy. She had specifically asked for Quigg himself, both for his assistance in double-checking the wards on the house and for some covert advice regarding how likely it was these amulets Dearborn was chasing down were, in fact, based on a mobile ward, which is a piece of magic so tricky as to be nigh impossible, or at least impractical.
"Good after noon, Mister--?" Lauren says, curtsying and looking curious.*
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*He almost asks if she's the mistress of the house, but thankfully stops himself. The mistress certainly wouldn't be curtsying.*
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She leads him along the hall to the office, where Esmerelda is penning a return note.
"Miss Rosier, there's an issue. This is Mister Pettigrew? From the Arithmancer's."
Esmerelda looks up, glancing from Lauren to Peter and back again. She puts down her quill and stands, smoothing her skirt's wrinkles over her thighs. She addresses herself to Peter.*
I take it Mister Quigg sends his regrets?
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*'Urgent business' being a holiday in Greece.*
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