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BanaBatGirl 
"Oh to whom," Annie drawled, still smirking in disbelief as she turned her attention away from Marcus and onto the letter.
Hmm. Hmmhmm.
Hmm.
Hm.
....
WHAT?????
"Iliana MORGAN??????" came the absolutely astounded tone of a shocked!Bunz. The owl pellet she'd had in one hand was now a fine powder and the letter in the other hand was close to being balled up. But no, Annie wouldn't do that yet, because then Marcus would have to go and write another and surely, surely it wasn't his fault he was engaged to that woman, that woman who felt that her much prettier colleague deserved gifts of POO.
GRRRRRR. She didn't even CARE SO WHY WAS THIS SO BOTHERSOME?
It wasn't. It wasn't bothersome at all. Annie was just going to calmly take a few breaths, which she did, maybe take a small walk around the room to cool her head, which she also did, pacing in a circle, and then she was going to hand the letter back to Marcus and go mail her own letter.
Which she didn't.
"This is a good joke, Axe, it's... it's funny." Annie nodded a few times and buried her nose in the parchment, rereading it again just to check. "Amusing. Proposing on the back of an abraxan. HA. It's absolutely darling, so thoughtful, so sweet, so unlike you. So what potion does she have you on? Amortentia? Is she even talented enough to brew something that strong? Did she steal it from Kazimeriz or is it the cheap love potions they sell to the kids down in Hogsmeade? I'd bet my galleons on the latter...."
Okay he had expected some sort of reaction out of Annie but not this. He was completely perplexed as to why she was taking this soooo...badly and why she seemed to have a problem with Iliana? Seriously did Anastasia get on with any woman? Or was it just the ones he seemed to be friends with?
Marcus, watched with growing unease as Annie began to pace around the room. He had seen this before and it never led to anything good, they don't call redheads fiery for nothing. And then she started in on Iliana.
And that was not good.
"Listen here Anastasia, I will not have you speak about fiancee like that and why does it matter to you anyway?" he asked totally exasperated at this point. He threw his arms up in the air and sat down on overturned crate. "As for proposing on the back of an Abraxan, what is wrong with that? Better than doing it in a posh Italian restaurant in London."
Oh.
Crap.
Marcus, looked at Annie with a mortified expression on his face which he quickly covered up by looking away.
Please let her not pick up on that. Please let her have forgotten that night. Maybe it might be a good idea to leave right now before the insults started flying.