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[swanchang]

The Duchess, Princess, and I are back in England, much to everyone's delight, I'm sure

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[fletchfinchley]

And I bet you miss me already.

[swanchang]

Princess, my heart platonically aches for you.

[fletchfinchley]

Other portions of my anatomy located south of my heart platonically ache for you as well, my sweet Countess.

[swanchang]

Mr Princess! You scandalise me!

[bittercakes]

I have obtained a large chunk of galleons from my Mother. One-third went to Pascoal for rent. I suppose that means I ought to move in my things sometime this week.

I miss the fun already, though. We must go out again soon, even if it is to the seedy side of London and nothing more.

[swanchang]

How is Pascoal these days?

And darling, you know I'll go with you anywhere, seedy side included.

[bittercakes]

He claims he's delightful, but I fear he is secretly traumatised. His cheap Chelsea boyfriend raked his heart over a hot cauldron and left him for a muggle bloke with purple hair. He claims it was mutual but I suspect not. He's been playing broody music throughout the flat.

Grand, love. The view of the stars is always best from the gutter!

[seventhdaughter]

Welcome home! Sorry to be back?

[swanchang]

Thank you, Ginny. I suppose, perhaps just a bit sorry. Don't know why.

No, I do know. I miss the anonyminity of Ibiza, Sweden, Denmark, all those places. I was just a young, attractive girl there, but here.

Lets leave it at that.

[gredwheeze]

Chang! Have you ever known us to take advantage of your being employed under us?

[swanchang]

Considering I may have spent a total of a week in the shop with you two before dashing off to, ahem, research the field, I never had the chance to find out.

[round_the_bend]

My Father allways said that the best partof Holiday was the moment when you walked back through your door and it was all a memory.

Well come home.

[swanchang]

I might have to disagree. Holiday was lovely.

But thank you all the same, Michael. Thank you very much.