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[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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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.

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.

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.

*he blinks*

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

Death Eaters in London Below, though?

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.*

*he smiles at Tom, rather proud*

I believe that calls for a toast.

Will you have a little Atlantean? Or would you prefer something a little less potent?

I've not had Atlantean in several months - I believe my liver could take it.

The end of this week is worthy of a toast of Atlantean.

*Aziraphael pours Tom a small glassful, and himself a rather more hefty amount, and raises his glass*

To the House of Arch and the Lordship thereof. Long and happy may it last.

To friends and family and the ties that bind us together.

*He clinks his glass against Aziraphael's and sips.*

Thanks, Aziraphael. I'd forgotten how glorious Atlantean is.

You should indulge more often, dear boy - although then I fear we would have to find something entirely more luxurious for special occasions, and turn into decadent wretches.

And I do so hate giving Crowley reason to be smug.

I think perhaps I shall try to so more often.

How are you and Crowley? I fear I've been remiss in keeping up with either of you.

We're very well, actually. I don't know if you'd heard that Adam's working for me now? Have you met him?

He's. Er. The antichrist, as it happens.

He's staying in Crowley's old flat.

The... Antichrist? Really?

Well... I suppose there's no better place for him than with an angel.

I've not met him, I don't believe. He's not set upon bringing about any Apocalypses, is he?

*Tom takes another sip of Atlantean and hopes against any kind of apocalypse, because really, that would a most unpleasant turn of events.*

Not recently, no. I rather think he's put all that behind him.

Well, I know something of that.

Another toast, I think - here's to putting your past behind you.

*He raises the glass. Mmmm... Atlantean.*

*Aziraphael laughs*

I can't say that that's a toast that applies particularly to me, but I shall drink to the future at least.

And do be careful with that stuff, my dear.

No more for me. Just a little sip. Can't be drunk - Door gets quite cross if I come home in my cups.

*he sighs*

That girl needs to learn to have more fun.

*He grins.*

Well, s'only cos she'd rather have joined in. She only gets a little cross. Mostly she just calls me by my full name and then shags me senseless.

*He looks in horror at the angel.*

Er.

Bloody Atlantean.

*the angel snorts into his glass*

So. Um. Yes.

*He thinks desperately for a different subject. Something. Anything.*

Bernard! He had a surprise birthday party Thursday - Door, Ingress, and I managed to drop by for a bit.

Goodness, did he indeed? I must have just missed that. I popped in to give him his present, but I didn't see any sign of a party. Rather a shame, really.

It was rather unusual. Have you met Lilly? American girl?

No, I'm afraid I haven't. Roland mentioned her to me briefly.

She's a most unique person - she apparently organized the birthday. It was a different kind of party.