Evening of June 19

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To my most favourite Auntie, as ancient as she is.

Margo. Today has been glorious.

I spanked Figaro Sellaphix. In front of Figlet. It was in public. I was sober, too.

Much love,

Eli

Replied to around midnight. Handwriting is shaky and there is clearly a liquid stain on the parchment that might carry the smell of firewhiskey.  All spelling errors are completely unintentional.

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Eli!

Your the ancient one.  And apparently get the giggles form spanking other bloakes.

Whatever floats your wierd boat.  Wedding bells ringingg for you and this Figaro?

Being sober is overrated.

-Margo
Cool, young aunt

Sent around three in the morning on the 20th.

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Margo,

I love your late night drunken letters.

I do have an ancient soul, thank you for being so kind as to notice.

And by the way, Figaro and I are very much in love. Engaged to be married, actually. Figlet's going to be the flowerboy.

Gracie's going to officiate the wedding, she just doesn't know it yet.


Eli

Replied to at 5 in the morning

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Oi! Your damn bird is wakin my neighbors.  Just got in and heard the upstairs bint squawking about it.

If you're gonna send the damn thing in the middle of the night, muzzle it or somethin - whatever you can do to birds.  Bloody thing bit me.  Lucky I didn't cook it.  (Only didn't because I don't want to burn down my flat.).

Can I be the flower girl?

-Margo

At approximately 1 PM

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The upstairs bint can deal with it. Horatio is absolutely lovely and who is she to judge? How does she know this isn't a total emergency? That's right, she doesn't!

If she squawks at you, make up some story about a dead relative. That'll shut her up right then.

Horatio bites out of love. Give him a break. They won't scar much.

Of course you can be the flower girl.


Eli

Horatio is a git.  I have enough scars of a much cooler variety than owl bites.  Put a muzzle on the damn thing.  Or feed him more regularly, bloody beast. 

I know dragons that have more sense than that.  Believe me, that is a feat in and of itself. 

I demand wearing leather pants to your wedding and there best be an open bar that your father is paying for.  You can feel free to tell him that too.  You’re old enough to drink now, yeh? 

Aren’t you graduated yet?

-Margo