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[gredn0tforge]

I do believe it's time I found a more accommodating dumpster. At least one that doesn't-- [Sounds of gunshots, something that sounds like 'Petrificus Totalus', and George carries on as though nothing happened.]

Right, where was I? Downright rude, these muggles, interrupting like that. [More static, something that sounds like he prodded his radio

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[forgenotgred]

I'd like to keep my hearing, Georgie, if you don't mind.

And I've made a friend amidst my hiding- his name is coincidentally Fred, though I'm afraid he fancies chewing on my skin if we get too close. Cockroaches have never been the greatest company.

[gredn0tforge]

Apologies, Fred- never been too good with these muggle devices.

Better company than dust, I imagine. Be a good man and tell me where you are, will you. I daresay I'd love to meet this friend of yours.

[forgenotgred]

Nor have I, of course. Though there was this curious beverage dispenser I got the knack of the other day.

The dust is conspiring against me, it is. I'm at a cozy little restaurant - in the attic, mind - on Barrow Street. Po-lease are about and all that, so do be careful.

[gredn0tforge]

Have to show me that afterwards, you will.

Never did trust that, dust- seemed a bit sketchy, if you ask me. Now those cockroaches-- [Delicious static cuts off the rest of the sentence, and have some funny sounds as he is totally shaking the radio. Stupid radio. B|]

Be right there, then. Keep an eye out, if you please.