Pablo had recently acquired his own owl but the little guy was a stubborn git that snubbed him every time he tried to get the owl to actually do what he had ben intended for. Which meant a trip to the Diagon Alley post office was in order whenever he had to send out something.

The last thing that he had been expecting upon his arrival at the Post Office was the sight of a familiar disarray of dark curls. "Just sightseeing, then?" Pablo could not help but tease. It was Valentines Day and Pablo wondered to himself if Alfred was waiting some sort of word from the young woman he had begun courting.

With most womenfolk generally assuming him cannibal, heretic and/or heathen, Pablo had not had much luck in that regard. At least his luck with the menfolk fared a little better but even they tended to assume such things much to his amusement.

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