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[iopenthings]

::enters, looking slightly nervous::

Could I have a glass of water, please?

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*hands you water* What's put that look on your face?

[iopenthings]

Thanks. Oh, you know, dangerous mission with possible future Dark Lord who I think I may be falling in lo--- who I'm rather fond of. Looking for my five year old sister, who I want to find, but am afraid of finding. Um. That about sums it up, I think.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Sure you don't want anything... harder than water? Sounds like you've had some problems.

[iopenthings]

But, you know, dangerous mission tomorrow. Don't want to be hung over. Would be bad.

[clumsy_auror]

It'll be okay, Door. I'm glad Tom's going with you.

And speaking of Tom...*whispers* I heard that he kissed you. *hugs happily*

[iopenthings]

How can *you* be happy about that? Isn't he supposed to turn into your Lord Voldemort?

I'm so confused...

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

Yes.

It would.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Riddle can get rid of hangovers, can't he?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*calls* Don't drink the absinthe.

[iopenthings]

Don't worry, I won't.

Oh, a question for you, Anthy - do you have any idea who is currently staying here at Milliways semi-permanently?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Um -- no, not really. Why do you ask?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

I am, at any rate. I haven't noticed my neighbours - the rooms are separated from one another.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Why? What's wrong with it?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*pretends not to hear*

[young_tmriddle]

*catches breath at site of Door, then tries to look calm and collected*
Door, so glad to see you. I have but a short time at present, but may I buy you that dinner I promised?

You look lovely, but a bit pale. Are you worried about tomorrow?

[iopenthings]

Dinner. Yes. Yes, thank you, that would be lovely.

And yes, I am worried.

[young_tmriddle]

I'll thank you not to whisper behind my back, Black. I know what I became once. Things are... different here, I think.

Things will be fine tomorrow. But maybe you should tell me what to expect later in London Below. I have a feeling there might be things there I do not have experience with.

Door, I must run one last errand in preparation and I'll return later this evening. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer, but this really can't wait.

[iopenthings]

I'll be waiting for you.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

I think I shall whisper where I please. This is, nominally, my bar, and I've a right to protect those as are in it.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

::hides between the door and the wizard, now:: M'lady Door. It will be all right. As much as I can promise anything, I promise it.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*under pretext of refilling your water glass, whispers*

You know what he is, don't you?

What he's going to be?

I'd mind myself if I were you.

[iopenthings]

*buries head in hands*

I know. I don't know that *this* Tom is going to turn into *your* Lord Voldemort. I don't know... the temporal stuff, alternate universes, it makes my head hurt. I'm sorry.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Just...

*glances at Tom*

Mind yourself.

*walks casually back to the bar*

[iopenthings]

Sirius? I had a question for you, actually.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Yes Miss? Ask away. *polishes glasses*