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[alt_molly]

I just had an owl drop a letter on my head here in bed.

It was signed by Virgil Crispin, damn him, and it's a very official-looking document informing me that due to 'traitorous actions against the Protectorate on premises,' the Hope Emporium and all of its contents have been seized and my licence for doing business has been revoked.

I presume the twins will receive the same.

Oh, bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger.

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[alt_fred]

Oh, hell.

You're right. Damn it all, you're right.

It's too late.

Bugger

[alt_bill]

The business couldn't have survived you losing your cover, Fred. You have to know that.

Damn, I'm sorry. We should have anticipated this, moved faster to secure your quarters. But there's been an avalanche of things to do.

[alt_fred]

You're right. You're right. George and I will be kicking ourselves for not thinking of it sooner, but yeah. We should have been able to get the jump of Virgil bleeding Crispin, for Merlin's sake.

[alt_bill]

Your notes! Have you lost everything?

[alt_fred]

No. No, fortunately. Our notebooks were charmed to copy to one that Pansy kept automatically. In case of fire. And we knew better than to keep the notes on anything we were designing for the Order on the premises. That stuff we kept at Moddey Dhoo, in Fu's custody.

But there was all of our stock. All of it.

I hope someone sticks one of our fireworks in Virgil Crispin's arse and lights the fuse.

[alt_rachel]

Noted.