.:VI:. Absence is never the answer, I know, but it serves as my shade

[morsus_et_mors]

I am bored. Someone come and relieve me from the tedium. I have beautiful paintings on sale. If you are pretty, you may actually get a discount.

Bored as I am, I do wonder whether my information would be interesting to what little bookworms we have around here. Recently I found a decent library west from Arcadia. A blind librarian, Louis, looks

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Private to Montague Morsus

[suicide_blonde_]

Honestly, Morsus, don't you ever get tired of your own, overdone, florid prose? Or are you just hoping to scare off some of the Gryffindors who might be reading?

Do you suppose any of them even know what prose is?

I would stop by your gallery if I wasn't wholly convinced that I'd be set upon right after walking in and made to bleed all over your clean floor. Well, there is the bit where I absolutely abhor art, but mainly I don't trust you as far as I can throw you and you've seen me. I couldn't move you two centimeters with these skinny arms of mine.

That is an interesting way to entertain onesself. Reminds me of a few of my own family members. Aunt Bellatrix, in particular, but I had a rather old uncle who, according to my grandmother, used to have orgies of sex and death every few weeks at his manor. Pity he died when I was just a boy. You two probably would have gotten on.

You had me at the erotica. Of course, I doubt I'll show up, but the erotica does sound oh so fun.

-D. Malfoy

Private to Draco Malfoy

[morsus_et_mors]

No, I can't say I ever get tired of my prose, Draco darling. I happen to be quite the literate one - erudition was never my weakest point, as you may remember. But I do understand if sometimes you and your Gryffindor friends get tired of reading and trying to comprehend all these big and smart-sounding words. If you want, next time I will write up a post in Simple English. Oh the things we do for our loved ones indeed.

But Draco, my best friend, how can you think such horrible things of myself? Besides me being simply unable to stain the crystal clean floors of my gallery, I also would be unable to spill your blood as well. And you forget - if I wanted you dead, you would be. But I respect your parents (especially Narcissa) far too much to cause them such grief.

You should come, Draco. I promise I will not bite. I bet you are already missing some of the more high culture things in your Gryffindor-filled abode. I might order some Veela erotica, just for your entertainment. Think.

Montague Morsus

[redheadedjokers]

Sorry, Morsus, would love to, really, but business has been so busy. You know how it is... Oh wait... you don't, do you.

But really, if you're THAT bored, we'd be happy to send you a box of our Pumpkin Pasties... Or maybe some Whiz-bangs to liven up the house?

[morsus_et_mors]

Worry not, Weasley (whichever of them you may be), I am sure I shall come up with whatever entertainment I might need sometime soon. Perhaps a gathering of the old Slytherin gang so we could have an orgy or something of the sort. You know, the things we evil Slytherins love doing.

However, your sarcasm aside, I do happen to know how business is. I own the Arcadia gallery and, you wouldn't believe it, but people actually come and buy some of the paintings and sculptures I have displayed. After all, not everyone was corrupted by your silly Wizarding pranks shop, apparently. And thank Merlin.

Pumpkin Pasties? Now that's interesting. What else do you have for offer? I'd like something lethal. You know, just in case one of those werewolf beasts come knocking at my door on a full moon night.

[redheadedjokers]

Oh... that's right... you deal in Art. How's that going, by the way? Wait... nevermind... we don't really care. SHould have beat your head in with an extra bludger or two, while we had the chance...

Now why would we sell you something that would kill werewolves? Or anything, for that matter. We're in the business of making people laugh, not killing.

[morsus_et_mors]

But you never did, which only supports my thesis that you are losers, the whole lot of you. If I had the chance, I would have perused it with great relish, but alas, I was a Chaser. Now any assault on your very temperamental parts would be considered a criminally punishable felony against a respectable member of the upper-class society, boys.

Killing is such fun though - have you never enjoyed killing one little insect? I am sure you have. Then what is the difference between killing insects and werewolves? Both are inhuman, no?

[deirdre_ivy]

If this your most recent post does not serve as a proper cue to stir me from my inexcusably rude silence concerning your earlier offer of a viewing of your gallery, I do not know what will. I cannot claim any sort of classic beauty to offer your apparently starved aesthetic desires, so you will need to forgive me in that arena.

When I am introduced to an individual via a deliciously coherent literary debate, I can hardly pass up the notion of meeting said individual in person. Ergo--forgive my extended absence, if you will, so that I might have a look at all of the no doubt copacetic little Arcadians and their sordidly jocund shepherd.

[morsus_et_mors]

Such pleasure to hear from you again, Ms. Burke. You are always most welcome to view my gallery, and while you are too modest to assert your own beauty, I am sure I shall find a suitable piece of virtu to suit your grace.

My little Arcadians already have their breaths bated in the tantalizing expectation of your promised call. Let me know your preferences ahead, my lady, as for the refreshments, for there cannot be a sufficiently proper meeting between two of such a standing as ours without most delicious of wines.

Private to M. Morsus

[deirdre_ivy]

The pleasure is all mine, despite your consistently unfounded flattery.

I should not wish to keep the residents waiting, then. Might I solicit your company tomorrow evening? As for wine, I cannot claim any expertise in the area. I leave the selection to you, as long as it remains decidedly not Merlot.

One last request before we meet in person: might you enlighten me as to how one actually reaches Arcadia? Unfortunately, I have not had the delight of that little tidbit of information over the course of our recent acquaintance.

Private to Ms. Burke

[morsus_et_mors]

Unfounded? Why, I am wounded. I never spout off unfounded flattery, unless it is aimed at my clearly established adversaries, of which there is a plethora. I do not think we have yet got to such a point where we could claim to be on one or another extremity of the spectre. And as such, I'd like you to take my words for what they are - sincerity.

Tomorrow evening sounds quite perfect. You must, of course, keep in mind the sunset limitation imposed by the valiant Ministry of ours, but I am sure no accidents shall happen. Merlot - decidedly against, just as your humble servant. I have a liking for Pinot Noir, if you'd have.

Arcadia is located in Soho - West End, Westminster; Oxford Street to the north, Regent Street to the west, Picadilly and Leicester Square to the south, and Charing Cross in the east.