Draco. We need to talk. Urgently.

Arsene, old friend,

Tell me this is a reproduction. No, on second thought, don't tell me that. Tell Nymphadora that so she'll let me keep it. Because really it's breathtaking up close, and I don't want to have to return it. Really. At all.

And it looks bloody phenomenal in my study.

You're coming to the wedding Sunday, yes?

Marcellus

I want to do it 'til the sun comes up, oh yeah
And I want to do it 'til I can't get enough, yeah, yeah

I want to put on my my my my my boogie shoes just to boogie with you, well,
I want to put on my my my my my boogie shoes just to boogie with you

Father? Father?

Damn it, will you please answer? Draco, stop it. I'm serious.

Toss another spliff down this way, will you?

And will you and Viktor stop trying to see who can get that poor girl in bed? Merlin. Neither of them's worth it, sweetheart. Small pricks, both of them.

Really, I think I've had enough ( Read more... )

My Vi,

Seven o'clock at the Pier. I'll even spring for fish and chips. After the Super Booster, that is. Dress warmly. For then at least. Later is a different matter.

I love you.

Marik

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Also delivered are a large bouquet of white gardenias and pink antique roses, and a thick sheaf of ride tickets for the Muggle arcade at Brighton ( Read more... )

The owl delivers a bouquet of white roses and wildflowers. Attached is the same note Marcellus includes every year.

Since Papa would have.

Love,
Marik

So I've been told that I should speak with you.

Do you know how bloody hard it is to track you down, you shit?