#barnabascuffe

I do believe it is your birthday, and I seem to be slacking as your boyfriend. If you’re free one evening soon, let me take you to dinner.

Happy birthday, love.

— Barnabas

Mister Cuffe,

I will forgive you for the slacking only because sending me this owl on my birthday is a vast improvement from last year. And though I'll be proper disappointed that we can't celebrate my first day of my twenties together, I look forward to dinner.

Speaking of, I'm free tomorrow night. Let me know if you haven't an urgent editor-y business to attend to.

(Thank you.)

Love,

//I’M A MESS

This is a formal request for your company one evening very soon. Dinner and a relaxing evening together sound good to you? This bloke of yours could do with some relaxing.

— B. Cuffe

Mister Cuffe,

This bird of yours thinks that something along those lines could definitely be arranged very, very soon. I'm free most every evening past eight o'clock, so if you give me a date (one that is very, very soon), we can get this relaxing underway.

Barnabas,

Thank you for the lovely invitation. I can be there within the hour.

You're completely, utterly, nonsensically lagered up, aren't you? Happy Christmas, you lush. Between the pudding and the Christmas crackers that are in need of cracking, I think I could schedule a visit if the hangover's not already kicking in.

And careful, loony. I realize you're Irish, but your liver's not indestructible!

//I wouldn’t call it an “affair”. Gregor kissed her and she reciprocated. As of right now, it’s just been two rough, angry kisses and nothing else. Unless that anon was referring to a thing with Voldemort, than ignore me. :)

//I think (and this is just my opinion) that maybe instead of the miscarriage thing, maybe they just struggle to get pregnant at first? Like, with everything that’s going on, they don’t have a chance?