Justin Finch-Fletchley...

[pomonasprout]

Your absence has not escaped my attention.

I just want to know what's going on. I want to know that you're safe, that you've not fallen in with unsavoury company... More unsavoury company, that is

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[fletchfinchley]

And just exactly who are you referring to when you speak of unsavoury company?

[pomonasprout]

I have to have individuals in mind, now?

I don't want to have a bloody argument with you. I just want to know what on Earth is going on!

[fletchfinchley]

Well you certainly felt the need to mention it, so I figured you had a specific person in mind.

I. Have. Gone. Home.

Why is that so bloody hard to understand?

[pomonasprout]

That was all I needed to hear.

There's nothing hard about it; I don't know who you told where you were going, but word never reached me as usual.

You sound determined not to come back.

Once again, I find that I do not know what to say to you. I'll leave it at this: if, even years from now, you find yourself in hot water or at loose ends or whatever it is happens to young men with less sense than God gave an ox, I will still be here. I do not care if it's three in the morning and you're in Guam or somewhere. You know how to find me.

I... Guess that's all, really.