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So foul

to touch
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They go cold and pale so fast. Much faster than with other methods, a quarter of an hour at most. Of course, it's not as though they have a normal temperature to begin with. And the skin goes limp, collapses and hangs loose. The purpling begins in the first hour, though it varies.Am keeping strict notes on each case.

What's worrying is the eyes, with nothing to protect them.

So many eyes.

Narcissa

Jan. 2nd, 2010 09:43 pm
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Have you heard anything either from the solicitor or from St Mungo's? Mother is of the wild opinion that they mean to classify the death as the first pureblood case of this muggle scourge or whatever it is they've determined to call the infernal thing.

I've done my best to reassure her, but as you know, my word has little currency these days. And then there's the likelihood that I may be called at any moment either to Buckingham or elsewhere. I expect to be kept on a very short lead until Our Lord's business has been resolved to His satisfaction. As you know, He is currently far from satisfied.

All of which is likely to leave Mother less than satisfied, and I'm afraid the brunt of that will fall on you and Druella. I wish I could see an alternative.
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Yes. I see that I shouldn't make plans as though my schedule were my own.

But Skye, Marlowe Sands, Ely, Telford, Luton and Basildon--all today? Fortunate that I never feel much like eating after I've Apparated. Once.

At any rate, the first two are done, and I'm in Ely somewhere. Damned if I can find anyone to ask directions from, though. Place looks utterly deserted. Not much reclamation here, I take it.

Were you not pleased with your birthday present, then? I had thought it met all of your specifications. Was it the timing, perhaps? You'd have preferred I wait? I'm afraid I wasn't in control of that. Was it the packaging? Too gaudy? You do realise that I can't do better if I don't know how I've failed.

Right. No time for moaning in this itinerary.

Or, actually, there may be. Still too dizzy to walk.

There's not a train to Telford, is there?

I didn't think so.
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Tea with Mrs Arbuthnot next door. Such a nice lady, and very talkative once she gets to know one. I will miss her ginger biscuits.

And it seems I'll have to find a new chandler, after all.

But those are small things.


Many happy returns.
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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

only
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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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