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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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[dasouzzle.livejournal.com]

That depends to a certain extent on how helpful he makes himself in the next few minutes.

*She stands aside and gestures to the fireplace.*

Lord Mandelson?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*He glares at the both of them, steals a couple of grapes from the bowl Fiona is still holding, and marches off through the fireplace with as much panache as is possible whilst still hunched over like a woolly jumpered vulture.*