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[blaising_fury]

Draco, where have you gone to?

I am in front of our agreed meeting place, Fortescue's, and you have yet to arrive. Appear soon or I will partake of this offensive, faux gelato without you and thus will be forced celebrate the success of our mission solo.

You did manage to get away unscathed, I hope?

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[pure_nobility]

I am hiding behind a cage of spectacled owls at the Owl Emporium. The smell of feathers and droppings is overpowering and has given me a touch of nausea.

Success, you say?

[blaising_fury]

Why have you hidden yourself in a such a manner? It was I who risked myself for the mission.

So I do. It is in the pocket of my robes as I write this.

[pure_nobility]

Are you forgetting my brilliant distraction? Borgin was none too happy when I upset his display of blood stained playing cards. He had the nerve to call me a scoundral and toss one of those strangling cloaks at me. I did battle with it for some time before cleverly freeing myself by giving the cloak a taste of its own medicinal potion and strangling it around the collar region. I then fled the vacinity. Borgin took chase but I lost him when a witch hauling a cart of shruken heads came between us. I am now hiding because he may be looking for me still and I am taking no chances.

I nicked a shrunked head as I was running. I have named it Shorty.

[blaising_fury]

Your distraction was indeed what allowed me success in our venture, but then so was my crafty Accio, which was so quick and crisp as to go unseen by the naked eye.

Shrunken head? Why would you have need of such a thing, considering what is now at last in our possession?

[purepansy]

!!!! OOO, DID YOU GET IT THIS TIME, THEN?!?!?! I MUST SEE IT!!!!

[blaising_fury]

I shall apparate to your home so that you may gaze upon it.

[pure_nobility]

Oh, very nice. You've left me here with Hillary and your big bowl of melting gelato.

[blaising_fury]

Feed Hillary the gelato. It appeared as if she was quite enjoying licking it from your tie.