[Emmeline ;D]
Bertram Aubrey had decided that perhaps dressing up a
little wouldn't be a
bad idea, so he'd tossed on a white shirt and a tie before he'd shrugged on his jacket. It wasn't as if he -- no, all right, that was a lie, he always
hoped that something was going to happen with Emmeline, but really -- the girl had seemed down in the journals for some time now and he
never said no to someone with as fine an ass as Emmeline had.
He apparated off the spot where he'd been standing and glanced up at the address scribbled down on the torn bit of parchment. All right, this was supposed to be the place. He lifted his hand hastily and gave a knock on the door, taking a breath.
Not that he was nervous.
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