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[alt_regulus]

Pues el delito mayor
Del hombre es haber nacido.


If only.

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[alt_regulus]

I can't sleep. The elf's gone tonight.

I tried reading, but all I've got is Beckett and Calderón de la Barca. Well, and that dreadful biography of Rowena Ravenclaw that came out last summer. I don't know what I was thinking when I packed those.

Bid us sigh on from day to day,
And wish and wish the soul away,
Till youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone.

[alt_narcissa]

I've no idea what you were thinking, either. It's like that period you went through in your OWL year, loads of Sisters of Sorcery albums and dark pronouncements.

It was boring then, Reg, and it's boring now. I forbid you to read another poem.

You were coming round for tea tomorrow, weren't you? Why not come tonight instead? I can easily provide you with a rather cheeky bordeaux and an even more ribald volume of Tristram Bundy.

[alt_regulus]

It's true, Mother's been an utter shrew about sharing Kreacher. But she's got him now, so I have no idea what's she's moaning to you about.

Definitely ignore her.

You'll ignore me, too, if you know what's good for you.

I promise to be in better form tomorrow.

Just having a bad evening is all.

[alt_regulus]

Bordeaux and Bundy, though.

Well.

[alt_narcissa]

Limited offer.

I'd not ignore me, if you know what's good for you.

[alt_regulus]

Oh, you do know how to twist my arm, don't you.

I could be packed up and in the Floo in twenty minutes. Make it twenty-five.

[alt_narcissa]

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