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[therealpm]

*He's almost finished setting up the hex for tomorrow (Frances is persistent, a simple phone block will not be enough), when he remembers the still rather pitiable state of his wards.*

Hmmmm.

*He finishes the spell, then dashes off a quick text.*


Text from 07### ######

John,

change of plan. Coming over this evening. Prepare the spare bedroom.

-Peter


*He's pretty certain John still feels enough residual guilt to maintain the apartment's wards against an angry Frances.*

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[furiously-fiona.livejournal.com]

*Fiona keeps one hand on the wheel and uses the other to stick two fingers up in Alastair's general direction.*

Why is he getting involved with that bastard again anyway? Is this like how the OBR downgrades their economic forecast every time Osborne makes a statement, and then they make a new forecast and he makes another statement and they have to downgrade it again?

[bigalcampbell.livejournal.com]

He's just a self-destructive idiot. That's on page one of the bloody manual.

*Alastair taps his free fingers on the dashboard impatiently, hoping that he'll be able to keep Peter talking until they're close enough to stop him.*

[furiously-fiona.livejournal.com]

*True enough. Fiona sighs and cuts someone up so they can get there a little quicker. A few minutes later they pull into the Westminster Palace carpark. She retrieves the grapes from Alastair's lap and they stride off to find Peter, perhaps a little faster than is entirely dignified.*