Feb 22, 2006 11:26
Reading the London Times and sipping a nice cup of tea, there's a bright flash of flame that startles him and makes him jump. In it's wake, a velum scroll lays on the desk before him...ad he chuckles.
"That's a good poppet. He really is a daft bastard, isn't he. I just don't see why you love him so."
And he opens to the entertainment section.
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"Hello, Mr. Crowley," she says, automatically pulling out a bag of peppermints and handing it to him, "How are you tonight? And is Phoebe around?"
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