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*John sees that Peter is awake. He thinks about attempting conversation, but Peter's still more than likely livid with him. Instead, he decides that breakfast would be a good idea. He calls Black Rod and puts in a request which the ex-army man reluctantly agrees.*

...good morning, Peter.

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*Peter simply gives him a baleful glare and continues pacing.*

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*John doesn't attempt conversation again until after breakfast has arrived and Peter is eating, seated at the table and chair John summons.*

Sleep well?

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*Peter eats half the meal, then pushes the tray away.*

No.

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*John just manages to hold back an exasperated sigh.*

*He looks at his watch. He really shouldn't be here - he's got to sort out the children and today is the first day sitting again and still hasn't managed to get through all his constituency correspondences...*

Is there anything else I can get you before I go to work?

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*Peter ticks items off on his fingers.*

- my blackberry.
- removal of D'Souza's binding
- a pair of curtains
- an extension to the two dozen or so square metres of floor which currently comprise the entirity of the area I am permitted to perambulate.

...that should do for now.

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*John summons a pair of curtains - House of Commons green and covered in portcullises, naturally. He also summons from an old cupboard one of Sally's worn out but working mobile phones. He holds it in his hand and charms it to block contact with The Machine. It may not be perfect, and Peter will probably break through the charm, given enough time, but hopefully the gift John ordered for the other man will arrive soon, and then John won't have to worry about his wards being broken again.*

*He hands the phone through the bars.*

That is all I can do for the moment. I cannot remove the Lord Speaker's charm.

The extension of the room we shall consider later.

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*Frances wanders in for her shift. Her eyebrows shoot up when she finds the room empty except for their prisoner, but he is still in his cell and the wards appear to be intact.*

Hello, Lord Mandelson.

Does this afternoon find you in a more civil mood?

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*He hears footsteps approaching and quickly slots the sheets with equations on them into the middle of the book.

Baroness D'Souza.

...more contained than yesterday, certainly.

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Good.

John should have spoken with you about this yesterday, instead of dropping it on you and then running off. Did you get a chance to talk this morning?

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He informed me that I would be granted the freedom of the librarian's court, under your supervision, and that until then I should occupy myself with annotating his wife's manuscript.

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*Frances rolls her eyes*

I'll kill him. All right, in that case I suppose I'd better speak with you.

We had to get the papers filed yesterday, and you were in no condition to make a decision. Someone had to take responsibility or DEFRA would have assumed custody. That is not, I think, an outcome you would wish for. But that doesn't mean you will be stuck with our stopgap measure indefinitely.

Do you want John to remain as your guardian, or should we initiate proceedings for a transfer of o- your guardianship? And if so, do you have someone to transfer it to?

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I would rather not require a guardian at all.

*He shrugs*

At this point, a transfer seems to be equivalent to rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. I cannot see a transfer making any notable impact upon my living conditions- can you?

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Your guardian has the authority to decide your living arrangements. John would have no right to continue holding you if they could demonstrate they had the means and desire to secure you elsewhere.

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