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[alt_regulus]

I suppose it's to be expected that these tasks won't all go smoothly.

I gather you were less than impressed with my, ah, efficiency this week.

Should I be relieved, then, that this next doesn't ask speed? I confess (and why not? I can't hide any of it--the reluctance, inadequacy, loathing, horror--you see it all) I confess I'm not sure where to start or when I can hope to finish. But I am here. I've shifted my few things into this place. A place of my own, for however long.


I do aim to please, you know. I hope that much is clear.

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[alt_regulus]

Did you think there was a chance we weren't? Mother will not be amused at your floating that idea about.

Should I expect it to explode?

So how are you, then?

[alt_sirius]

Oh, I'm sorry - silly me, what with Cousin Bella insisting that I'm dead and all, I forget who has disowned me and who still acknowledges my continued and inconvenient existence.

Plants don't usually explode, do they?

As for me, unlike my ersatz present, I am very much alive and ticking.

[alt_regulus]

Ah, that's very sad and all. I'm sure it's difficult to live life as you've chosen.

However. I can't go on commiserating, I'm afraid, as you're making my young friend uncomfortable. (As you'll see she says somewhere up above.)

Being seen with you is bad for her reputation, it seems. Likely it'll do mine no favours, either.

So don't take this the wrong way, brother, but

Do bugger off!

ORDER ONLY

[alt_sirius]

Yeah, nothing's changed.

Always did care too much about who he was seen with.