Chris laughed, and placed a hand on her chest, an expression of mock wounding, followed by a roll of her eyes that might have seen the inside of the back of skull.

'Oh Come on Ozy -'She pouted at him, and flopped down on the couch, 'Dazzle us all with your brilliance. she teased.

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I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory

“Please,” Porphyria added, with exaggerated imploring earnestness. (It was not a word she used often.)

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Well, they had asked, albeit sarcastically. Ozymandias glowered, but considered.

"Which is it you want, a bottle of ink men can't read or something that lets you get around the enchantment on Forsythe's?" The former would be easier, but the latter probably wasn't impossible, if he put his mind to it. He'd need the runespore fang for sure, and to get hold of some of the ink itself to see the exact sort of enchantment on it, but both could be accomplished with a trip to Diagon Alley. He could probably work out a way to build a set of glasses that would allow the person wearing them to read invisible ink, including the type of ink used here that was only invisible to certain parties.

If he agreed to do it, though, he had to be sure. It was one thing to fiddle around in his workshop and hit walls and dead ends when no one knew what he was up to; it was another thing to admit failure with an audience waiting to see the results of his work. Safer not to try — or at least, not to let on that he was trying until he was sure of success.

"I don't think it would be in my interest to give you a vehicle for keeping secrets from me," he pointed out. "And anyway, how would I know when it worked? I couldn't test it with myself." Oz got this far, and then realized he didn't have any ready excuse to back himself out of the workaround piece, except that admitting he wasn't sure he could do it. Had he just accidentally talked himself into a worse position than he'd been in ten seconds ago?

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Chris chuckled at her sisters tone.

'Both of them my dearest darling brother,' she batted her eye lashes at him. 'Do you think you can manage it? or is it beyond you?' Christabel made a bit of a show of fluttering her eye lashes at her brother. 'Because it rahter sounds like the later.'

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I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory

“We’ll accept your best efforts on either,” Porphyria said, faux-pitingly; she knew her brother had too much pride to take the easy way out if it meant being thought less of, too.

“But just think,” she professed brightly. “If you give us a way to circumvent the ink, we won’t have to bother you at all when the news comes in.” Not like today, in all their rage. Oz could have some peace and quiet at breakfast tomorrow. “We will be quite satisfied.”

(That was not true. She and Christabel would not be satisfied until the ink was no longer present in the newspaper at all – but that, their brother simply could not understand.)

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Oz pulled a face at both of them. The teasing here was really too much. Christabel's is it beyond you and the tone of Porphyria's voice when she chimed in was galling, and he ought to have left them both to stew in their helpless rage. He'd talked himself too far into this hole to just back out now, though. If he flatly refused them, they'd make fun of him for a lack of ability.

"Well, just draw up a list of demands, then," he replied sarcastically. "Canvass the rest of the vengeful spinsters of the country while you're at it. Merlin knows I have nothing better to do with my time than help scratch your itch for macabre news."

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Inspite of herself, his jibe about her marital status hurt her a little more than she would like to admit, but she fought hard to keep it from her face, even if she did feel herself go a little pale. Unlike Porphyria, she didn't especially want to be a spinster, and she had been trying socially, but found it difficult to hide who she was in order to flatter a gentleman enough to secure his interest. And who she was didn't seem to give her much traction, and she wasn't really prepared to sacrifice that. She didn't think it would make either her, or a prospective husband happy in the meantime.

'Your words dear brother, but we did all know you had little of value to do with your time, your wife being the worker of the family' she said glibly. 'I'm sure if anyone else has requests we can tell them to send them to you by owl directly.' her tone was perhaps a little clipped. She gave a final little glib wave to her siblings as she crossed back to the door.

Even so she had to bite the inside of her mouth to hide her upset as she allowed the drawing room door to slam behind her.

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I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory

For her part, she was rather delighted by Ozy’s assessment of them as vengeful spinsters of the country. So while Christabel floated out of the room with a cloud of lingering anger and a final cutting jibe, Phyri just gave Ozymandias a searing self-satisfied grin as she wandered over to recover her book from where he’d kicked it away.

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