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[Have a view of a slightly frustrated Sirius Black, New Moore. He is unaffected by the event, but already fantastical enough to kind of fit the setting well enough anyway. And he has an announcement to make.]

A couple of things, since there seems to be widespread misinformation concerning my person.

For one, I'm a wizard, not a witch.

I do not have a gingerbread house. That seems awfully impractical, anyway.

I do not want, need or have any step-children. Or biological children, for that matter.

I also do not live anywhere called Oz and Oz isn't my name, either.

I have never cursed anyone to sleep for some ridiculously long and weirdly specific amount of time.

That said: Yes, I might be the fairest in all the land.

Also, I might not be an evil queen, but if people keep insisting on trying to eat my store and ask me to curse them so they can get true love's kiss, I might become a very irritable wizard, which is much the same.

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[He tries, he tries.]

Could care less, other than how that'd put me close to you, love.

You might have to... put forth a bit more physical effort in order to do that.

I could take off my shirt, but I don't know, would it be tit for tat?

I think you mean tit for tit.

It might be. Unlike you, I happen to have quite the assortment of fabric and ribbing in the way.

[Huzzah for a lovely corset?]

Might mean that.

How do you know I'm not wearing a lace bodice under this?

Because I assume you have some proper taste.

If I'm wrong, I might as well stop this conversation now.

Such a threat and I haven't even gotten to describing my knickers yet.

Then go on. See if you can't amaze me with such a description.

We'll see wot happens from there, yeah?

Just give me a second.

[And he makes a not at all obvious show of pulling his pants down - out of view - to actually look at what he's wearing.]

Well, it's silk, at least.

I guess it all depends on the color, now.

[Damn the confines of the video screen.]

Red, love, it'll always be red for me.

[Gryffindor pride! Or something.]

Bet you look proper regal with them on.

Well. They're still underwear, so I don't know about that.

[Have a wink.]

Guess you'd have to be judge of that, love.

Shame I only get the image on the phone.

Still, the man makes the undergarments, so I'd say my comment is spot-on.

[Oh, she likes you, good sir. She likes you a lot.]

Some things are even more exciting in imagination. Or so the boring people swear.

[He chuckles and watches her.]

I didn't get any comparison to royalty in years.

Pity I'm not one to be boring, now isn't it?

[Her smile settles into coy curls and she lets out a faux-sigh.]

That's too bad. After all, I think if you were toting a royal title around, you'd put all the other so-called "handsome princes" to shame.

Sorry, love, I've been disinherited and stripped off all honours for some years now.

Maybe I can court you anyway.

Then that makes two of us, in a way.

Anyways, I certainly wouldn't object to courting if you intend to follow through with such a claim.

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