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[red_war]

*smirks* Well, hello everyone. My typist was choosing a puppet to announce the following to the community, and it's no surprise that it ended up being me, is it?

Unfortunately, as some of you may have noticed, she's been quite absent these past few days. (She's at home; her parents are strict.) In a few days, she'll be vacationing in

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[theboywho_lived]

You'll all be missed! Looking forward to your return. :)

[red_war]

*grins* Thanks!

[truthinjokes]

You're off, then, Mr and Mr Weasley? Any instructions for the shop while you're gone? Shall I just keep looking for volunteers for the anti-theft charm? Hermione said she'll help out. Oh, and my typist says she'll miss your typist.

[which_is_which]

Yes, just carry on as usual, Verity.

Er. Well, there is one other thing...

... *grins* Oh. Right. Oliver Wood will be working at the shop from now on. Somebody *elbows George blatantly* offered him a job.

Well, he needed one!

Right, right. Just show him the ropes, will you?

[truthinjokes]

Oliver Wood? That's the Quidditch player, right? Brill! I'll sort him right out *grins*

[tartanineffable]

*clings!!* ...well, ah, good-bye, then, Crowley, my dear, I'll see you soon again, I hope.... that when I do, it won't be on a plate -- er, what? Why am I quoting a musical? ...

Oh, yes, and, er -- Miss Tonks is waving good-bye or some such to all the other folks from her ard particularly the older redhead, apparently.

Oh, and one more thing -- my typist would like to glomp yours just a bit (can you do that 'just a bit'?) and say "AUGHWTF YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN MY PART OF THE WORLD AND WE'RE NOT MAKING ANY KIND OF PLANS TO SEE EACH OTHER AT ALL? ...."

...and that's all.

Good-bye, then, my dear, dear boy...

[1926bentley]

*clingsback!* Definitely soon. ... My typist would like to say "GO FRIEND MY NEW JOURNAL, AND THEN E-MAIL OR CALL OR SOMETHING, AND WE CAN PLAN TO MEET UP IN DISNEYLAND!" ... but then she realized that you said you'd be starting school on that day, so maybe not.

Anyways. *well, if you can glomp just a bit, then why not goodbye!snog just a bit?*

[thanitohercules]

*is poked until he comments*

The... *crosses himself* [Typist: why did I just type 'herself'?] ...demon doth say to tell his Lord that "It shall be done"... I fear what that doth mean. The flash o' his eyes and his hellish buzz... and ay, the stare, the stare of foul amusement that is sometimes, very frequently, fixed upon me.

My typing wench doth with all her heart doth send her love to thine, good lady War. This message reads as love, unfettered, unfelled love, and a wish of wishes to see her once again, sooner rather this than later thou dost speak of.

[red_war]

'Herself'? Well, seeing how much he likes dressing in drag ... I'm not surprised.

*waves at Beelzebub* Have fun! *smirks at Hamlet* I'm sure it's nothing. ... My typist is now giggling like a mad-woman at this comment, and would like to say that she'll miss yours, too.

[quaffle_me]

Bye George! And Fred of course, too. Maybe I can start work when you lot get back?

[which_is_which]

I'm sure if you talked to Verity, she could get you started. ... Or if you wanted, you could start work when we get back, yeah. Anyways. Bye, Oliver!