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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Oh bugger that." Richard mouthed the words silently so no one could overhear, knowing Pandora could read them plainly enough. Then he spoke aloud, "Put my Great Aunt Angelique's name on the place if you want. Tell people it's one of the owner's family's names. Nobody needs to know which pocket most of the galleons go into. Sure you don't want to compete with your aunt if she's treating you right, but ask my father how he and I do business with each other. Buy her out if you think that's the right thing to do. Business is business. And the Death Eater thing? Voldemort is dead. You aren't. Is it time to live again? Your call."

He slipped the blade up under the back of his suit jacket and into its sheath. "Anything you can do with a wand I can do with a blade. Well, mostly, anyway. You know what I mean. Nobody is a master of everything. But it's a long hard road to get to that point. I still practice an hour a day, almost every day. You can learn a little of this and that and be better than two-thirds of the people who pick up a blade, or you can go all in. Again, your call."

Richard sighed and sat back in his chair. "I'm being damned preachy tonight, aren't I? Apologies. I have plenty of ghosts of my own. Not withdrawing any of the offers though."