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adipucey (adipucey) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Adrian puffed out a laugh at her confession, "I'm afraid very much the same," he felt himself slip into more formalities, nearly channeling his Father without meaning to (he never meant to do that). He started dishing out stew and chips and then poured them each a glass of the decanted wine, pouring himself a bit of a heavier glass than her. "I'm sorry my note was so... cryptic, I guess," he wasn't sure how to approach the subject, even if this had been his idea.

So few people knew the truth of his family, of their survival (if one could call what his father did that). He knew Draco knew - his family knew more than others, of course, and they'd been close as children - and Millicent of course. He assumed Blaise assumed, but they hadn't openly discussed it ever - though he knew there was little Blaise missed. But this, talking about it with someone who wasn't on the inside, this was brand new. He took a long drink of his wine and watched her.