October 28, 1893 — Oz & Sina's New House in Mayfair, London
Come at once. I need you, said the letter he'd sent to his brother that morning. The only real urgency in the request was his own impatience, but it certainly felt pressing enough to Oz. After parting ways with Sophia on Wednesday night he had been expecting an owl admitting that he was right, and perhaps apologizing for their argument, and probably pleading for help — which he would, of course, gladly swoop in to deliver. He'd kept an eye on the windows for the remainder of Wednesday night, and when he'd gone to bed without a letter he'd cursed her for being stubborn. When Thursday had likewise brought no mail — none from her, anyway; as the expectant Minister Oz was receiving more daily mail than he had at any previous point in his life — he'd revised his assessment and cursed her pride instead. When Friday still brought no sign that she intended to change her mind, he'd began to actually worry. By Saturday mid-morning he was desperate enough to summon Endymion for help.
They'd only bought this house this week, and the staff was still bustling about unpacking and arranging things when Endymion arrived. "Come on, let's get out of here before my wife sees you," he said, practically dragging Endymion into the downstairs study (which currently contained mostly empty shelves and a too-large desk that had been pulled from some forgotten storage nook at the Galway estate). "She'll insist on giving you a tour and I don't have time for that nonsense." When they got into the study he turned his attention to pouring them each a drink — and nevermind how early it was — but to his irritation none of the glassware or liquor that ought to have been in this room had been unpacked yet. He rang for a servant and asked them to fetch something stronger than tea (probably best to avoid specifics; whatever they found first would do) and then turned his attention back to his brother.
He might not have had a drink to hand, but he did have a few cigarettes left, he realized. He'd mostly smoked cigarettes with Sophia, and now presumably he'd have to kick the habit and go back to evening cigars as his only source of tobacco consumption, but he didn't have to kick the habit yet. He fished the case out of his jacket and pulled one out, lit it with his wand, and put the case back without offering any to Endymion. He paced to the chair behind the desk and leaned his elbows on the back of it as he took the first drag. "I need you to negotiate terms for me," Oz said, as seriously as though he were about to ask Endymion to be his second for a duel. "With the London ballet's prima ballerina, Sophia Voss."
They'd only bought this house this week, and the staff was still bustling about unpacking and arranging things when Endymion arrived. "Come on, let's get out of here before my wife sees you," he said, practically dragging Endymion into the downstairs study (which currently contained mostly empty shelves and a too-large desk that had been pulled from some forgotten storage nook at the Galway estate). "She'll insist on giving you a tour and I don't have time for that nonsense." When they got into the study he turned his attention to pouring them each a drink — and nevermind how early it was — but to his irritation none of the glassware or liquor that ought to have been in this room had been unpacked yet. He rang for a servant and asked them to fetch something stronger than tea (probably best to avoid specifics; whatever they found first would do) and then turned his attention back to his brother.
He might not have had a drink to hand, but he did have a few cigarettes left, he realized. He'd mostly smoked cigarettes with Sophia, and now presumably he'd have to kick the habit and go back to evening cigars as his only source of tobacco consumption, but he didn't have to kick the habit yet. He fished the case out of his jacket and pulled one out, lit it with his wand, and put the case back without offering any to Endymion. He paced to the chair behind the desk and leaned his elbows on the back of it as he took the first drag. "I need you to negotiate terms for me," Oz said, as seriously as though he were about to ask Endymion to be his second for a duel. "With the London ballet's prima ballerina, Sophia Voss."
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