Charlie -

I think I’m in shock.

Clare said ‘I love you’ - then left the fucking chatroom. CHATROOM.

Help.

Bill.

PS. New owl. Called Macbeth.

Clare ruffled her fingers through still-wet hair, sniffing appreciatively as the smell of the lasagne filled Bill's flat. She hoped she and Charlie had the timing right, or she was gonna be sitting around for a while. She padded into the living and set about lighting some candles. She was dressed in a long back skirt, slit up to mid thigh, a soft ( Read more... )

Look, Charlie I'm using the thing.

I'm not sure why I'm using it, but I am. Stupid Muggle contraptions.