*randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm) Krel smiled. "About the trips back and forth," she said placing the empy skewer down on her plate. "Since I've a propper job here in jolly ol' London, I was thinking I should have a propper place to stay." She took a sip of her wine. "I was hoping you might be available for some flat shopping?" She felt like she was asking a lot of him lately, but she justified it as a way of spending time with him. "I don't think I or my clothing could survive moving back home with father."
She glanced around the room. There were quite a few people here. Most of them looked at home, not at all nervous or out of sorts in the way she herself was feeling. The butterflies had stopped fluttering and she chalked it up to Edward's calming presence.
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