Deep in the Westminster Vaults

[therealpm]

*Surveys the meticulously painted runes required for a meso-scale trans-location, sigils that are now useless and beginning to smell due to the wards: newly strengthened by Bercow's return.*

*attempts to cast a cleaning charm*

*after sheltering from the haphazard whirlwind of soap-suds and bleach, decides to try cleaning it up manually*

Machine, I require tea.

...and also some sort of cleaning implement

*ponders*

*rearranges the runes in one corner to form a slightly smaller summoning circle*

*steps back and mouths a few words until what appears to be a very trim racing broom appears*

*smirks and begins to clean up the mess*

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Meanwhile, at the Bercow household...

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, calm down boys. We can go flying when you've cleaned up this mess. Come on, chop chop. Yes, Freddie, you can use magic to do it - just don't tell your mother!

That's much better, boys - wait, is that a piece of Lego I spy hiding under that teddy?

Percect, boys. You've done very well indeed! You grab your safety gear and I'll go and grab the brooms.

*Wanders to storage space where the brooms are kept*

There are the smaller ones... now, mine should be.... should be here-ish...

*Moves boxes out of the way and is faced with an empty broom stand*

...

*Checks for any indication of who could have taken the broom - no foot prints in the dust, no scuff marks...*
*Checks for spells*

...PETER BENJAMIN MANDELSON!

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

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You owe me £48.71.

And you owe the British people £1.1 trillion.