Order Only: Private message to Tonks

[alt_charlie]

It's actually quiet over here -- touch wood and Felix have mercy that I haven't just jinxed us -- and all the factions I'm talking with have gone off to think for a bit, so unless Alice wants me to eat some gillyweed and go play nice with the Merfolk, I think I can actually wrangle twelve whole glorious hours with nothing to do on Thursday or Friday.

Got anything on your plate you need someone to tag along behind you and look big and dumb for? Or we could go Octoboros-hunting some more. Or we could just hole up somewhere and nap on each other and snog for a while. I'll rub your feet if you dig your elbows into those muscles in my shoulders, they're not speaking to me again and you're better at fixing it than anybody I know.

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[alt_nymphadora]

Oh, my.

Well, that's a reminder of the sort of precautions needed up there, isn't it!


Mind you, if I'd known you've got flameproof knickers, I'd have assumed they worked the other way round.

[alt_charlie]

I've heard a lot of jokes about flameproof pants and fire-red hair, that's for sure.

And yeah. We have flameproof everything. Because if you don't, you very quickly have a puddle of ash that used to be the thing. Traditional hazing of the new folk: wait a week before you teach them the charm to flameproof your hair, and did you know that the Flame-Barrier potion doesn't protect anything past your actual skin?

I look very funny without eyebrows or eyelashes. Just so you know.

Me and my flameproof pants are taking ourselves off to bed now. Night, luv. Sleep well, when you do.