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to make a long story short, blaise blackmailed me into coming to some party with him last night at his flavor-of-the-week's flat so i could distract her friend and he could take up the back bedroom. if i'd thought it'd been worth it i would have called you to come with
tell me that makes sense at least?

not really but blaise is a slut and it's your duty to encourage him

exactly. i knew you'd understand that part. though you'd be surprised, he's been with just this one for almost a whole week now

no suggestion of threesomes or slytherin-hosted orgies yet? that's practically a proposal from blaise

speaking of, when am i getting something shiny from you for all my devotion to your cause

any and all suggestions last night have been blocked from my mind. and i'm impressed, but i'm betting it won't last.

depends. necklace, earrings, or shoes this time?

i should ask him how long this is going to last

surprise me.

either that or we could just make a bet on it and not tell him

then the answer is probably in the next week or so. i'm supposed to be headed out to milan

what's your bet, then?

wait wait you're going to milan without me? again?

two weeks maximum. yours?

well yes. tori said you weren't available to go because of some family thing, so either your sister's a liar or you forgot to tell me details.

no more than another week.

you believed her? i would have made you come with me, you know i can't stand those things alone

bet's on then. and the winner gets?

yes i know i shouldn't have but i was already speaking with her when i found out i was going so i asked. in that case i probably should rearrange my schedule to fit you in?

a vacation of their choosing. a full weekend this time, not just a one-day jaunt like last time.

i can't believe she would make something up. it screams desperate.

fine by me. that could be arranged.

like i said, it's a bit endearing. so what are you going to do about it?

be prepared to finally ride an elephant with me

she wanted me to bring her along to theodore's next get together. she can sit home. little brat.

you know how i feel about those. meanwhile i'll be planning a nice weekend in athens.

theo's aren't usually that great anyway but don't mention that to him. maybe you could just tell her that i'm flattered but i'm not into the idea of actually dating

india will be delightful. gorgeous scarves and delicious food and elephant rides.

he tries, the poor thing, but he's just so quiet. and of course you can't date, i'm more than you can handle

doesn't indian food have a lot of curry and spices? at least it'll smell interesting

if he would just accept my advice, but no. for being so quiet he's a stubborn arse. and you have a point. you're more than almost all of us can handle, but keep in mind that father threatened arranged marriage again last week

i'll marry you, there we go. solves all our problems. you can sleep with whomever you like, as long as we can be fabulous together a few times a week. your father loves me.

the problem with that is that half of the population won't sleep with a married man...or a married woman so you miss out as well. my father loves you much more than he ever loved pansy. personal victory?

so we'll just have a dramatically long engagement. four to five years while you find yourself and i can travel the world. then we can settle down and you can shag the other half of the population.

who really loves pansy except for the people she buys things for. if she had been smart, she would have bought your father another peacock.

could work, so long as eventually somehow i end up with an heir or something. ughhh daph i don't want to talk about growing up anymore

i liked her when we dated for a while, doesn't that count? don't mock dad and his peacocks. swear he loves the stupid bird more than me sometimes

we're supposed to already be grown up, love. god we're so old.

you liked her because she pet your head and shagged you when we were thirteen. harlot. also do you forget i bought your father a peacock last christmas? he looked like he was going to cry

la. la. la. i can't hear you.

well yes there is that. can you blame me? no i remember. he allows this one in the manor sometimes.

speaking of bought. latte?

we are clearly meant to be together. your father is so darling

in the cab, on my way. didn't want to risk apparating with coffee

love, i think you're the only person who could get away with calling my father darling

knew you were a bright girl. apparating with coffee would more than likely end with it spilling on one of us or the bed

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