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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

She nodded, accepting the apology as gracefully as she knew how in part because it was likely the only one she'd get out of him.

Pandora snorted. She couldn't help it. "I just can't get past it being the cutlery," she confessed. "It really is awful, what happened, but the image of a spoon menacing someone..." like something out of a book, honestly. At least Macnair had a sense of humor, dark though it might be. "I do hope they're all right, though."

Pain stabbed her and she bit her tongue at his words hard enough to taste blood. No love for Death Eaters. For a moment that was all she could hear. It made her want to cry, and she wasn't one who cried often and so rarely in front of others. Hyperion had seen her cry before, of course, but she'd not give him thr pleasure of it now if she could help it. "Intent means a lot," she agreed quietly. Her intent had always been to save her family. He'd probably never know she'd kept the worst of the Death Eaters from him at times.

"Certainly," she said. "Just let me calculate that out and we'll get it processed. If you want the same type of jacket, I'll go ahead and put the order in. Both the trunk and the jacket should be ready for pick up next week, so don't get fall off any more buildings until after that, yes?" She tabulated with the quill in her left hanf, poking her wand at the catalog with her right. She read him out a sum and then added, "If you want anything extra beyond what we talked about, just ask and we can add to the bill. This also doesn't include the peacock - it'll have to wait til it's been looked at."