Edric took a deep breath and shook his head. "Well, I didn't invite you here specifically to solve me problems," he said, sliding another bottle across the table. "I came here to ask you to have a drink." A little smile fell onto his face, and, grabbing his wand, he tried to summon a quill and pen from across the room. The first three efforts were unsuccessful, his voice slurring over each "accio", but the fourth time seemed to be the charm.

"You're going to write your letter while I write out all my ideas. It'll be great, I promise," he insisted, passing the clean parchment over the table before he aimed and then threw the quill straight at Sydney's head.

"I think I have another, better idea for a place, but I want the address anyways."

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