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Francine went a little pink, imagining to herself that he thought she had nothing better to do but to write him letters on floral parchment spritzed with perfume. How perfectly pedestrian! How perfectly vile. "Of course not, I shall walk you to the door," she blustered, padding over in her...

I ban Teigan because that is not a pun. A play on words, at best.

Professor Montgomery Pendleton Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Wellington, New Zealand Dear Mr Pendleton, I recall you mentioning 'the bins' being taken out on a Saturday, and my first letter to you contains an admonition as well as my great amusement. Cast aside that foreboding...

His poker face was flawless, she'd have to give him that. No one could be that nonchalant in the face of such oddities, and Frankie was desperate to know what he was really thinking. It shouldn't ought to matter, though, seeing as she'd never see him again. There was a pang in her chest at the...

It may have appeared that Francine was not aware of her guest's anxiety, but she was intensely aware of it. Her excited bustling slowed to compensate, and she almost purposefully exuded a sense of perfect ease. See? said her mannerisms. All is as it should be. You are safe and I am safe. It...

Maggie! / OutofTen Someone just Avada me in the head right now. Sisters are the worst D=

She was pleased to hear that he enjoyed teaching, which was always lovely to hear. She contemplated the man beside her mucking about with cauldrons and found it suited him very well. Francine would have asked more questions had he not absolutely scandalised her with an idle question. The...

"And aerosol to the face?" spluttered Francine, whipping her head around and almost smacking Pendleton in the face with a fat ringlet. "Well, that's just cruel! Look, if it comes to that, I'm sure you're a gentlemen enough to just trip over again and save me the trouble." Dear Merlin, this was...

"Mister Pendleton," said Francine happily to herself. What a nice gentleman! Although he'd very artfully avoided her arm, which was rather rude, but she supposed he was shy which would do well enough if he was to be her escort. "Far be it from me to make suggestions, Sir, but I'd go for the...

"Two blocks," replied Francine primly. To her townhouse in fact, not that she was going to tell a perfect stranger that. Seeing as he was kind enough to erect a box for her, he'd probably offer to carry it as well, which suited her just fine. "I'm going past a muggle district, though, otherwise...

Francine pressed her hand to her lips to smother her sh!t-eating grin at the mess the gentleman had made. Well, now they could both feel silly. She pushed her glasses up quickly and gave him a nod of acknowledgement before hoovering up the precious doohickeys and thingamabobs that were...

Francine made a very peculiar sight in the side-street right in the heart of wizarding London. Her perfectly pressed blouse was tucked into a plain green pencil skirt over sheer stockings and sensible buckled heels; all items perfectly ready to be ruined picking through garbage in an alleyway...

Not bad! But might I request that Tori be moved to the far left hand side of the banner? Hopefully that doesn't throw things off completely, it's just that right arm that's giving it hell. I should chosen a better image D: