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âFeckinâ shite on goblins arse-â Sersh grumbled as she fell over her feet - something not out of the ordinary for her - and sent the cup of orange and cinnamon tea sheâd just bought into the air and in her attempt to catch the cup and keep the written papers in her hand safe sheâd accidentally caught her foot on Edgarâs table sending her straight down onto her arse and the cup with it. âMaybe ye need to stop actinâ so peeved when someone goes arse over tit, we all canât be feckinâ Delacours ye know-â The blonde mumbled that was until her eyes pulled up to who was talking and she immediately regretting her words. âFeckinâ shite- sorry Edgar. Didnât realise it was ye-â She back tracked sheepishly. Pulling her wand out and tapping his newspaper lightly with a drying charm - one that frankly she used far more than sheâd care to admit - to try his newpaper as if it were brand new. Only then picking up the broken pieces of china to put on the table. âWhat ye readinâ ay?â
Edgarâs heart skipped a beat as guilt slowly seeped in. He hadnât realised the person was Sersh otherwise he wouldnât have been so harsh. âNo donât worry â I was also a little rude.â He had risen to his feet instinctively, ready to offer help. However, Sersh didnât need it. Before he knew, she was upright, had dried his newspaper and had cleaned up the split china.Â
âHow about I tell you all about it whilst I order you another cup?â He flashed one of his charming smiles. âItâs actually on a cure for vampire bites. Whilst theyâre not there just yet, they think theyâve found a new and effective way.â
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