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[Jul. 18th, 2009|09:43 pm] |
I've successfully smuggled one of those muggle talking boxes into the manor. And am currently fiddling with it via the assistance of one wizard who is of age and therefore not liable to be prosecuted for casting one innocent little charm or two. They're called radios, I've just learned.
Dashed funny what the war teaches you. I didn't know what the talking box was called, but I know what a bomb and an air raid and a tank and a gon gonne gun is.
There haven't been any bombings for a year now. Surely everyone can't still be afraid of going into London? |
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