Maybe it was something in the tea we were served at Madam Puddifoot’s that made me do it. -side eyes him- I—I’ve already thought of that. Only problem is… I… I think I fancy her. I mean, I’ve only ever kissed her and I fancy her. -sighs- I think I’m broken.
-stares at him for a moment- I’m going to ignore the Madam Puddifoot’s bit, because that’ll just add another degree of madness to this whole… -makes vague hand gesture- mess. -taps fingers against his knees- So… you fancy her? That’s— when’s the last time you fancied a bird? Feels like we’re in some sort of alternate universe.
Please, please, call me Anthony. I’m going for a new mature persona and Anthony sort of fits the bill. Alive, yes. Paper cuts, none. Contraceptive spells, down to pat. Snogging birds, I should get to that. Good to hear from you and good to know you’re alive, as well. Wouldn’t know what to do if my favorite aunt finally slept her way into a stupor.
Your favorite nephew