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Walden MacNair ([info]walden_macnair) wrote in [info]asphodel,
Stepping inside, Walden's only acknowledgment of the house elf was a terse nod when the thing said it would let Boudicca know that he was there. Raising his head towards the stairs, he rose his eyebrows and looked nothing short of amused. The things women went through were amusing - it was just a restaurant and it hardly mattered what she wore so long as she wore something appropriate.

When both mother and daughter descended the stairs, Walden gave a bit of a smile to the mother and glanced over at Boudicca. "You haven't kept me waiting," he assured them both. "I only just got here." Clearing his throat, he held out a slip of paper to Boudicca. "The coordinates for where we're going if you'd rather apparate by yourself and meet me there."


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