35.

[silverfringe]

Pansy. Common room. Now.

Blaise, I believe we've run out of alcohol. This is most distressing.

If your name was not mentioned above, do not talk to me. Unless you're

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[solitusvir]

You know I never listen.

[slanting_eyes]

Sod off and go save someone somewher else, Potter.

[solitusvir]

I think I said something about not listening.

[slanting_eyes]

And I think I told you to fuck off.

[slanting_eyes]

Must be more here somewhere. If there isn't, I'm resorting to other means. Did common room mean me as well? or does one need a special invitation?

[silverfringe]

Other means? I'm listening. Finnigan always seems to have some on hand, but I don't know if I'm ready to sink so low as that.

If you wish to join us, I shan't stop you. I could certainly use you there.

[slanting_eyes]

Sod Finnegan and his bloody whiskey. If we can dig up wine somewhere, yes. sanguederosa tastes abhorrent in water.

I don't fancy being on my own. I'll come down. Misery loves company and all that, though I dare say Pansy may not share that sentiment.

[silverfringe]

It was a joke, I think. Humour is evasive at times like these, but I'll take what I can get.

Apparently, Pansy wishes to meet in private. I'll be back when I can.

[pansydarling]

We need to meet alone if we are going to meet at all.

[silverfringe]

All right.

Where do you propose we meet?

[pansydarling]

I don't care where. I need fresh air. Meet me by the lake.

[silverfringe]

All right.