“Hmmm. Well, that sounds lovely for her but…not exactly what I had in mind.”
Guenièvre looks down, raising an eyebrow in response to Lily’s hovering paw. If it ends up on her, she won’t fuss. A little bit of fur or dirt on her sundress isn’t the end of the world. It’ll brush off or wash out easy enough. Besides, she’s dealt with the messiness of having a boggart “pet.” Nothing Lily might do could ever compare. Probably.
“I suppose that I will need to find someone else,” she muses. “Someone familiar with London who would be willing to play tour guide to a newcomer for an afternoon.” She looks back up, directly at Lancelot. “Or an evening.”
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“Hmmm. Well, that sounds lovely for her but…not exactly what I had in mind.”
Guenièvre looks down, raising an eyebrow in response to Lily’s hovering paw. If it ends up on her, she won’t fuss. A little bit of fur or dirt on her sundress isn’t the end of the world. It’ll brush off or wash out easy enough. Besides, she’s dealt with the messiness of having a boggart “pet.” Nothing Lily might do could ever compare. Probably.
“I suppose that I will need to find someone else,” she muses. “Someone familiar with London who would be willing to play tour guide to a newcomer for an afternoon.” She looks back up, directly at Lancelot. “Or an evening.”