I'd forgotten how self-absorbed artists can be. Which can only mean it's been too long.

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They're not family, Rosier cousins or not. They have not really been family for probably longer than I have been alive. They chose this.

I don't Vampires

Could have it much worse than just being sore for a few days. Could've been hit with the AK from an Auror who wasn't going to play nice, and then I won't even be hear to complain about the bruises or this damned dislocated shoulder.

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

For heaven's sake, why? I haven't drunk myself to death.

Salazar. Of all days to be out and about well before noon, I chose today.

I do not wish to know which of us did this. I do not. It should not come as a surprise that this was one of us. And I do not need to or want to know who it was that did the job so very thoro.

I can't remember if you filed the libel suit against the Prophet as a whole or against him.

They're going to want names out of him, and of course he knows names. It's not a matter of being able to hold out -- I certainly am not so foolhardy as to hold the DMLE above any number of interrogation techniques at this point, after their being granted legal power to use the Unforgiveables -- I don't think it'll even come to that. A forced dose of Veritaseum is all it would take.

Fuck.

Be careful.

I'm sorry. I know you must have been hearing that a lot though.

Please tell me someone is with Narcissa right now. Besides just Lucius, I mean.

So, right. Stupid pointless offer, take at face value or not: anything I can do?

After all is said and done, it is fine to not be fine right now. I hope you know that.

If there's anything that the both of you need -- any social engagements to be confirmed or delayed indefinitely or cancelled, or anything else -- you know how to reach me.

What's the plan? Push for late summer?

Fuck, of course I had to go and promise her confidentiality.

I haven't the heart to tell this idiot that Anglo-Japanese style has been dead for a few decades and is not about to experience a revival, or that gingko as a decorative theme will never stop being ridiculous.

Or I'm not drunk enough to break the news to him that I'm not funding this tripe. (Which is rich, I know, considering this weekend.)

But my point is this -- I'm not too fussed about respectability this week. Anyone?

Miss Alderton, I am in the process of planning a saloon, likely for the end of this month -- as a matter of fact, this coming weekend. It will be a small and select gathering, in late of recent turmoil and tragedies; I was in fact hesitant to even make plans for this -- but as some good souls have kindly reminded me, to cease living in the face of horror is to concede defeat, and we as a society is stronger than that.

But I digress.

I understand that this is extremely short notice, but I write to you in hopes of securing the pleasure of your presence and your admirable talent, if the endeavour should be of interest. Please do let me know.

I thought I would oblige you both with finally putting that promise for a distraction into implementation. Some input would be nice: namely, preference for a day for later this month; also, an indication to just how distracted you would like to be, and if you would wish for this to eventually be an acceptable dinner party conversation topic or not so much.

Yes, I can show restraint -- you tell me how much you want to be shown.