"And subtle as a troll stomping through the underbrush." She supplied with a chuckle of her own. "Like said troll, she also lacks a seeming motive for her actions." Anya couldn't understand this ridiculous ruse, but she could forgive the results, for the moment.
Titania noticed the removal of his hand and the loss of warmth against her skin with a bit of surprise. While highly affectionate with those nearest her, Anya usually retreated from touch from all but a small handful of individuals, even friends. The fact that her mind even registered the loss of such a small, chivalrous gesture was a ridiculous thing she would most likely dwell on in a different moment. At this second, it caused little more than a recognition of warm skin now cooling.
She had the humor to play with him; raising an eyebrow, Anya grinned. "My dear Mr. Greyback, we both know you've learned your letters. After you scrawl them on the parchment, you simply tell the owl its destination and send the letter off. I sincerely hope such things were covered by the time you became the great defender of wizardry here in the British Isles." She watched him as she prodded, knowing he could jest, but never wanting to harm in her fun. Eyes and tone softening, she quickly added, "Believe me, sir, your presence is no burden. In truth, I do hope we can meet again in less than a decade's time." No judgment in her words, Titania offered what, she hoped, was kindly encouragement. Family was everything and, as the beloved eldest brother of her best friend and sister-in-law, Murdock Greyback was deserving of all courtesy.
Not one to slouch, Anya still found herself mirroring the positioning of Mr. Greyback, almost resting against the veranda railing. Inclining toward him slightly, Anya offered her best conspiratorial whisper. "Most certainly, there was deception involved. I think we turn the tables on the villains and punish the co-conspirator as well. Were a certain investigator to find himself confined to investigating empty inkwells and deducing how his officemates take their tea." The idea of her brave, dedicated big brother trapped doing menial work left her grinning. "Though, perhaps I'm the fool again. Should I explain my revenge to the bastion of law enforcement? Mr. Greyback, I believe you've entrapped me."
Titania noticed the removal of his hand and the loss of warmth against her skin with a bit of surprise. While highly affectionate with those nearest her, Anya usually retreated from touch from all but a small handful of individuals, even friends. The fact that her mind even registered the loss of such a small, chivalrous gesture was a ridiculous thing she would most likely dwell on in a different moment. At this second, it caused little more than a recognition of warm skin now cooling.
She had the humor to play with him; raising an eyebrow, Anya grinned. "My dear Mr. Greyback, we both know you've learned your letters. After you scrawl them on the parchment, you simply tell the owl its destination and send the letter off. I sincerely hope such things were covered by the time you became the great defender of wizardry here in the British Isles." She watched him as she prodded, knowing he could jest, but never wanting to harm in her fun. Eyes and tone softening, she quickly added, "Believe me, sir, your presence is no burden. In truth, I do hope we can meet again in less than a decade's time." No judgment in her words, Titania offered what, she hoped, was kindly encouragement. Family was everything and, as the beloved eldest brother of her best friend and sister-in-law, Murdock Greyback was deserving of all courtesy.
Not one to slouch, Anya still found herself mirroring the positioning of Mr. Greyback, almost resting against the veranda railing. Inclining toward him slightly, Anya offered her best conspiratorial whisper. "Most certainly, there was deception involved. I think we turn the tables on the villains and punish the co-conspirator as well. Were a certain investigator to find himself confined to investigating empty inkwells and deducing how his officemates take their tea." The idea of her brave, dedicated big brother trapped doing menial work left her grinning. "Though, perhaps I'm the fool again. Should I explain my revenge to the bastion of law enforcement? Mr. Greyback, I believe you've entrapped me."
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