Right. So. I've found her, just so you all know, after wandering around London and the most of the night with Father, which is not the best way to spend a few hours if you're worried out of your mind, let me just say. Especially as he intones every bloody damned thing that could have happened ( Read more... )

All right. Before I tear the entirety of London up looking for her, it'd be best if someone told me that Nymphadora is with you.

Please.

She should have been home long before now.

Draco? I need to ask your assistance on a matter.

Reg,

You want me to test a sex dream potion? Well, I'm not bloody likely to say no, although exactly what sort of dreams are we talking about? And how the hell did you talk old Sluggy into helping you make this? Wait, you know, don't tell me. Just bring the cack over tomorrow and I'll give it a go ( Read more... )

Reg,

Dinner tomorrow night, for the love of God. I think after tea this evening with Nymphadora's parents both she and I are in desperate need of good cheer--don't even ask, suffice it to say that it's bad enough Draco's trying to marry us off, now her parents are determined to do so as well and you know how Andromeda can be--and anyway, it's ( Read more... )

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I had nothing to do with it.

I never would. Ever. Not even if my family required it of me. I would never do that to her or to any of you.

I'm not that sort. I never would be that sort.

But that doesn't mean I don't hold some responsibility. I could have stopped it, if I'd known.

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Translated from the RussianBabushya ( Read more... )