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[rule_britannia]

Two weeks at home.

Two weeks managing to avoid getting a black eye.

It was nice while it lasted.

Bloody wankers.

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[rule_britannia]

Well said.

[greenmoonrising]

It's also a lot harder to be blamed for a rotting piece of meat than it is when returning the punches.

... Easier on the knuckles too.

[rule_britannia]

I can agree with that.

My wand is already temperamental enough without my struggling to hold it properly.

[greenmoonrising]

Ah haaah, one of the stubborn, unforgiving types huh? Still, I hear when you get used to the quirks and how to work with them, those wands are a real force to be reckoned with. :)

Worst case scenario, get two and you've got a good pair of chopsticks.

[rule_britannia]

I don't know if you ever heard about the student who sent a feather up through three floors of the castle in his first Charms lesson.

[greenmoonrising]

Well, I was in the floor above at the time. Gotta say, impressive but... have you got it under control now?

[rule_britannia]

More or less.

It still has the teapot fixation though.

[greenmoonrising]

Maybe it wants you to be the next Madame Puddifoot?

[rule_britannia]

Oh bloody hell that is not funny don't even joke about that.

[greenmoonrising]

What? A teashop could be nice, though maybe without all that ugly furniture and the lovey-dovey couples...

[rule_britannia]

I think my father would actually disown me.

[greenmoonrising]

Oh, one of those ambitious types eh? Well, maybe you could uh... set up a swanky teashop that only caters to the Ministry of Magic higher-ups and uses gold cutlery instead of silver and have your china actually imported from China.

[rule_britannia]

You know you might actually be on to something.

[greenmoonrising]

I want a VIP pass if you do set this up - I introduced the idea, I might as well get classy tea times for it.

[rule_britannia]

[Here, have a squiggle/blotch on the page while Arthur cracks up laughing]

It shall be the classiest tea shop in England.

[greenmoonrising]

Will there be cake? :)

[rule_britannia]

Only the best.

[greenmoonrising]

Yeah, that VIP card? I'm demanding it now. I'll switch in my glasses for a monocle and top hat if that's the dress code, just promise me cake.

[rule_britannia]

That sounds like a marvellous dress code!

Consider it a promise.

[greenmoonrising]

Awesome, I'm saving this correspondence for future reference. Leave the pages in dad's safe and all that.

[rule_britannia]

That's probably for the best. I might forget.

[greenmoonrising]

And I have a bad habit of making my desk explode. Um, potion experiments.

... And just dropping things in general- Hey, do you think you'll still let me into the place after breaking a cup or two by accident?

[rule_britannia]

I won't even make you pay for them.

VIP pass, you know.

[greenmoonrising]

You're making me swoon, man. Promise me the cake won't be ridiculously sweet or rich, and you'll have me eating out of your hand.

[Cue series of scribbles and mini ink splatters as his hand jerks over the page.]

............ I'm not flirting, I swear.

[rule_britannia]

Oh dear lord.

I'd hate to see what you're like when you are flirting.