*a sandy journal lies discarded under a bank of sea-grass, its pages ruffled by the wind, until, with a sharp word, the near-translucent wraith of its owner orders it up into the air to follow him home
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*smiles as he gets near the cliff* I Hid the portkey in the best place ever. *he points into the waves, where a soda bottle had been tied to some seaweed to a rock.*
*straightens his vest; severely, though after the last week he's no longer worried about Daisya accidentally letting the water in* I thought we'd already done with our daily immersion.
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I have been spending my days in Santa Carla with the other troublemakers. So far, no one has been arrested! I'm quite proud of everyone.
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Well, that's quite an achievement, to be sure.
[[Filtered to Vala]]
And how is Miss Halliwell taking it, if I may ask?
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[[Sorry this took so long!]]
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[[See above. ^__^]]
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Welcome to my world...though lately its been raining inside...
[[Did you two want to do a log of fun-ness? o_o]]
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Rain inside, sand outside.... this isn't how I remember Egypt.
[[Indeed yessssss. XD]]
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