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She took his arm, and repeated his name, as if trying a new kind of food. "Richard." She laced her dainty arm into his, the way all pureblood women were taught and found him to be very warm- and though he was a lot taller than she, it was surprising how well they fit together. She closed her eyes. Focus. "Richard." She repeated. "If I am to call you Richard, if I may be presumptuous, Will you really be calling me Miss Moncur?" She blinked quietly. |