That sounds like a delightful plan. I do deeply enjoy shaping and moulding the Protectorate's youth, after all. One might even call it a calling. Certainly it would be odd were I not to answer a sincere request for tutelage in the spirit it was intended, would it not be?
I have so few opportunities to amuse myself these days; it will be a pity when this one draws to its sadly-inevitable conclusion.
And I am perfectly capable of keeping a straight face when a straight face is called for. You'll have to re-enact the best bits over supper; Narcissa should find it a comfort. (Or at very least an amusement.)
Still not eaten. Though, come to think of it, I have missed lunch myself. If only I had the slightest fucking clue where I am. I could ask Berry to bring me a hamper, I suppose, but Our Lord's Little Abominations would not make the most cheerful dining companions, and I've only just got them to stop trying to eat each other. To say nothing of the smell.
(Theories on quartzite amplification not appearing promising, by the way.)
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Date: 2014-07-11 07:19 pm (UTC)I have so few opportunities to amuse myself these days; it will be a pity when this one draws to its sadly-inevitable conclusion.
And I am perfectly capable of keeping a straight face when a straight face is called for. You'll have to re-enact the best bits over supper; Narcissa should find it a comfort. (Or at very least an amusement.)
Still not eaten. Though, come to think of it, I have missed lunch myself. If only I had the slightest fucking clue where I am. I could ask Berry to bring me a hamper, I suppose, but Our Lord's Little Abominations would not make the most cheerful dining companions, and I've only just got them to stop trying to eat each other. To say nothing of the smell.
(Theories on quartzite amplification not appearing promising, by the way.)