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[impure_tale]

All of this ceaseless banging! My poor Renate has begun to worry herself into quite a state, and I have begun to think I preferred my mirrors begging for blood.

[Private to Severus Snape]My friend, I wish not to trouble you needlessly, as I understand your familiarity with my current Inmate makes things a mite...awkward. However, I require

Comments

Private

[emptyyourself]

I am willing to discuss the matter with you at your convenience.

Private

[impure_tale]

I worry that I am in need, perhaps, of more than a simple interview can provide.

His origins, personality, relationships. I wish to understand this person my Inmate has for much of his life called his Lord.

Private

[emptyyourself]

I believe, then, that the simplest route would be to lend you some books which might prove enlightening, and answer any questions you might have once you've completed them.

Unfortunately, my own set is incomplete at the moment, and Mozenrath has the library's collection. I will need some time.

I suggest you refrain from mentioning them to either Lucius or Bellatrix Lestrange for now. It was quite jarring to learn about them - or the movies based upon them.

Private

[impure_tale]

If they will grant to me information about him that you might believe Lucius would be unaware? Then they will be of use to me.

[Private]

[thegooddrjones]

I think you have some need of me, Marquis. And I want to check out your heart.

[Private]

[impure_tale]

Yes, Doctor.

[Private] Spam?

[thegooddrjones]

Alright, I'll be over there in about twenty minutes or so, alright?

[Private] Spam!

[impure_tale]

That sounds perfectly reasonable.

[Private]

[der_umgekehrte]

First time I've heard you have a complaint about 'ceaseless banging'

[The somewhat perfunctory innuendo out of the way, he gets serious.]

Anything I can do? There's no structure here, I'm not Security in any meaningful way; short my shifts in Zero I'm sitting on my hands. Until the pain comes back and my hands hurt.

[Private]

[impure_tale]

You wretched tease.

I don't believe there is much to be done until these phenomena are brought to an end. It just pains me more than not to be constantly started.

And I, for one, prefer the absence of structure.

[Private]

[der_umgekehrte]

That's me. Delicate flirtation and hard to get.

I'm used to knowing what my job is. And what other people's jobs are and how much room I have to improvise. Habit. Always feel like I'm stepping on someone's toes around here.

[Private]

[impure_tale]

My personal policy is that my Inmate and their discipline is my responsibility. So long as that is not undermined, I am untroubled.

[raisedinabox]

Mirrors begging for blood? I take it that was last halloween?

[impure_tale]

Two years ago.

[raisedinabox]

Did that end up being worse than this?

[impure_tale]

Oh it definitely was. Far more deaths.

[most_feared]

Would you mind if I came by your room and asked you some questions?

[impure_tale]

Feel free.

[most_feared]

About what time? [Because the network is stupid and interrupts all his important conversations.]