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[alt_regulus]

I received your command.

What is there to say but 'Consider it done'?

Only.

I know, this will wait. A few days gone will make little difference.

Only.

No. You command, and I am yours

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[alt_pansy]

You seem awfully sad today, Pirate.

Did you see how earlier Lucius mentioned you might be able to come to the Quidditch match? I hope you can. Quidditch matches are dead fun. And since you were on the Slytherin team when you were in school, that means we'd be cheering for the same team.

You can even borrow my pennant, if you want.

[alt_regulus]

Hello, then.

Your words were the nicest part of my day. Either day. That one or this one.

[alt_pansy]

Hello, back.

I thought for a bit that you might've been hacked off at me, so I'm glad you aren't.

[alt_regulus]

No, never.

I was merely taken up with work is all. Nothing nearly so interesting as being hacked off.

[alt_pansy]

Well, that's good then. After all, I wouldn't want to be a bother or anything.

We've been up to all sorts of interesting around here.

[alt_regulus]

What sorts of interesting things? More than the usual duels and dust-ups that come before the first Quidditch match each year?

[alt_pansy]

You have been busy, haven't you?

It was more of a mud-up. And a fire-up. It got written up in the paper and everything.

[alt_regulus]

Yes, rather busier than I would have liked.

The paper's always full of people playing with fire and flinging mud, it seems. I expect that whatever it was will be forgotten by Wednesday.

You weren't in the middle of it, were you?

[alt_pansy]

No, that's Gryffindor for you. Always up for adventures and getting burned in the process.

And that's a funny way of putting it. I'll bet they don't get literal flinging very often. No wonder they were so intrigued.

[alt_regulus]

There's no accounting for Gryffindors, you're right. In my day, they always ran into all the trouble and then blamed us in Slytherin when they caught it for what they'd done.

Now, there you're hitting at the core of journalistic integrity: some would say that there's hardly ever a literal connection to what the papers report.

[alt_pansy]

Not to mention the massive number of people getting the flu.

As you can tell, things are rather a mess around here.

[alt_regulus]

Oh. Have you been ill, then?

[alt_regulus]

And I'm hardly one to frown at you for finding yourself in the midst of a mess.

[alt_pansy]

I'm used to it. You should see my trunk. It's a pit.

I haven't been one of the lucky ones. No missed class for me. Then again, I've been able to keep down my pudding at dinner, so there.

[alt_regulus]

Well, the only answer for that is to own less stuff. I admit, though, that can be a rather sad way to live. Probably better to stick with the mess.

Wouldn't want to waste the puddings the elves make. Hm. Have some for me tonight. It's been ages.

[alt_pansy]

I did. It was lemon cake tonight.

When you come to the match, I'll be sure and save some pudding for you. If it's not something terribly messy, that is.

I wonder if elves do take-out? I bet they'd make up a little box if I asked really nicely.

[alt_regulus]

Elf take away. Well, in my day, they'd pack you a hamper for a picnic on a Saturday if you asked. Could be that's changed, though.

Many things have changed.

[alt_narcissa]

What did Fifi leave for you tonight, then?

She could make you pudding if you like.

[alt_regulus]

Oh, I told Fifi not to bother with sweets. Concerned with my figure, don't you know. I haven't really thought about having more than one course to a meal since, well, since I left school, I suppose.

The elf is brilliant. Thank you, cousin. There was food waiting when I arrived home tonight. After the last two days, that was a good surprise. Food was really the last thing on my mind when I came through the door, but I discovered that I was famished as soon as I smelled it.