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[mari_the_sneak]

Oliver

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[scottishandsexy]

I don't even know what to say anymore, Mari. This whole situation has reached its tipping point. You have to give yourself a break every once in a while, love. We've had this conversation ten million bloody times. But not once did you listen.

I left some steak and kidney pie (same pie that I slaved over for two bloody hours because you said you'd finally be home to have a proper meal with me) in the fridge, if you feel like eating whenever you arrive.

By the way, I'm going to the Quidditch Final. I won't be asking you to come along, because I already know what your response is. It's always been no since you took that job.

[mari_the_sneak]

Oliver!

I'm sorry. Really. I am. You have to forgive me.

I don't know what I'd do if you didn't.

I'm home now anyways. Your sound asleep. The dinner is splendid, thank you. I always knew you were a marvelous cook.

You know what? No. I'll be at the bloody Quidditch Final. Cause I love you and it's important to you.

Hear that? I love you.

[scottishandsexy]

I don't know, Mari. It's been a rough couple of months for us. I love you, too. But we can't go on like this.

Thanks, love. It took at least three trials to make it edible. I'll put the trash out tomorrow, I promise. I know I made a mess.

[mari_the_sneak]

Everything is going to change. I really hope you believe things can change. Loseing you is not going to happen.

Your welcome. It's ok, I'll take out the trash. I'll make some breakfast for you too before I leave for work.

[_indian_goddess]

Oh, Mari, sweetheart, I'm an owl away if you need me. I'm not here. This is your business, I know. Stop sticking my nose in.

[mari_the_sneak]

I know. I don't know how this all happened Vati! Your fine. Really. We're mates. It's only your obligation to be trying to help.