December 25th, 1894 — 12 Grimmauld Place, London

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And then there were two. Ursula grimaced into her wine glass as she took a sip. Hopefully Elladora would be back, and sooner rather than later. In the meantime, it was just the two of them. That was fine, there was no need for them to interact, they'd probably only be alone for a few minutes at most anyway. She stared into the fireplace and tried to distract herself from the oppressive presence that was her husband. This was overall an unsuccessful endeavor. The silence only seemed to grow increasingly more suffocating as the minutes passed.

Finally, she broke. Today was tolerable. She really didn't feel like having any sort of conversation with Phineas, but she was sure if she'd let the silence stew any longer she would've screamed. She opened her mouth to make some vague comment about the children and presents and then decided she would sooner die than make such insipid smalltalk with her husband. How long are you staying for? She hadn't planned on sounding quite so blunt about it but she wasn't going to take it back either.

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Tolerable until now. Trust Ursula to have so little self-control as to ruin the peace mere minutes in. His wine was yet untouched on the side table; he had taken up a book but had scarcely found his page again before she had begun whinging.

He raised an eyebrow at her, relieved only that there was no one else to hear the isolent way she had spoken to him. “Three days and you already cannot tolerate me?” Phineas drawled, because she had certainly made it sound as though she meant to be rid of him as soon as possible. “I might remind you that this is my house.” He frowned at her – for if anyone were aligned with a guest who had overstayed their welcome, it was not him. “But if you have plans you suppose I will impede by being here,” Phineas added, acidly, “pray don’t let that stop you.” What did she mean to do with herself? Embark on another sordid affair?

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