 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
Lorcan held the door open for his 'Lady'. He looked at her, amused by the situation now that he had got her to the Hospital wing. "The Royal Steamstress should be here directly my Lady. Would you care to sit until she arrives?"
He held on tightly to the jug of suspicious pumpkin juice, convinced that the answer was inside it.
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