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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways]

*Aziraphael's humming to himself as he enters the bar, a sunny smile on his face. Occasionally a snippet of lyrics can be heard, and he frowns and stops singing, faintly annoyed at himself, but it's not terribly long before he starts up again, completely unawares*

Many a thing you feel you ought to tell her,
tiddly-om-pom
many a thing she ought to understand...

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[young_tmriddle]

Hullo, Aziraphael. How are you?

*Tom looks tired and yet very cheerful.*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I'm quite annoyingly chirpy today, in fact. And yourself? You're looking rather in need of sleep.

[young_tmriddle]

I'm bloody exhausted, but it's been an incredible day to end a horrid week. And that horrid week was begun by one of the best nights and mornings of my life.

Rather a rollercoaster of emotion, this week, I should say.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Well sit down and have a cup of tea and tell me about it, dear boy!

[young_tmriddle]

I shall, thank you. Firstly and most importantly, our Gavroche is back with us. Last Sunday, someone cast a spell on him or somesuch here. He came back to the House agitated and quite upset, and ended up running away. We scoured the Underside for him all week, and I finally found him this morning.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

...oh my giddy aunt. You must have been frantic.

[young_tmriddle]

Temple and Arch, we were out of our minds. The only thing that eased our minds was the fact that Gavroche grew up on the streets of 19th century Paris and was at least somewhat prepared for the streets of London Below.

I was much relieved to find him in any case, and Ingress was delighted. She thought she'd lost another brother, and it was quite hard for her, even with Megwyn there for her.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

So what was it that caused him to disappear in the first place? A spell, you said?

[young_tmriddle]

I still have no idea. He said he heard a buzzing noise and then lost certain memories. He thought I'd done it, but I was no where near the lad.

*Tom sighs*

I suspect I'll consult with Bigby or someone else on Security. Perhaps someone's heard something and I've simply not been here enough to hear.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

It's entirely possible. I find myself missing out on all sorts of stuff. I do hope no one else has been affected.

But the main thing is that you have him back, safe and sound.

[young_tmriddle]

Indeed. Never having a family makes having one mean all that much more. I don't want to lose any member of mine ever again.

Before that event, I discovered Death Eaters running amok in London Below, er, dealt with them, and then surprisingly discovered I don't appear to be in danger of turning evil any longer.

I was most relieved.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he blinks*

Well that's terribly good news, Tom. I don't think I ever doubted it.

Death Eaters in London Below, though?

[young_tmriddle]

Yes. There's an entrance to the Underside - there was an entrance, rather - in a dodgy area of the Wizarding world. I closed it, tracked them down by following the trail of mayhem, and, well, let's just say I need to confer with Tonks about their fates.

I protected my home and the people who dwell in it. I'm truly Lord of the House of Arch now.

*He speaks with the wonder and pride of someone who's truly found himself after thinking he was lost for ages.*

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, millitimed conviniently for post-party, is at the bar with a glass of milk, and eyes the not'singing angel as he wanders past.

That's a spiffy trick.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael smiles happily at her*

Afternoon!

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hullo. You're awful cheery today." And musical, she doesn't say. But she thinks it all the same.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I am indeed, yes. The sun is shining, the birds are squawking loudly and dive-bombing the pedestrians, the ducks are planning a revolution...

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Are they now?" It's hard to tell if Aziraphael is being serious or not. "Will it involve decapitation?"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

I don't believe so, no. It's awfully hard to work a guillotine when one has no opposable thumb.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Well, I suppose that's alright then. I'm awfully attached to my head, I think it goes well with my shoulders." She says this, but then some of the things she does...

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

It is rather fetching, it's true. I shall have to encourage the ducks to leave you be on their rampage.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It's nice to know she has a fetching head to go along with her marvellous balls.
"You talk to the ducks?" Hello, Doctor Dolittle.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Not as a rule, no. I'd imagine they have rather limited conversation, and they probably have very different names to the ones I've given them so there would be terrible confusion, you know.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"You named them?" She isn't sure if this is better or worse. "Are they good names?" Not Bob. Please, not Bob.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Well there're a nesting pair called Argus and Dolores, a drake called Francis who's something of a loner, Freddy Duck which was... a spoonerism on something yelled by a lout at a passing student... Elsie and Daisy, who are rather difficult to tell apart, and of course Millicent and Jeremiah, the swans.