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It is tourist season in Paris now.

C'est horrible, avec leur pieds et leur voix-- ack, it is unbearable.

Juliet, I want to go on a holiday. I would ask for suggestions, but I am sure you have already planned your own separate trip by now, to which I say I refuse to take the twins, and you are responsible for at least one if you must go on your own.

( WILL )

My only satisfaction rests in knowing that everyone in England has to deal with muggle international tourists as well.

Juliet, there is a problem.

Evan and Aemelia are well over a year old.

Hamilton. Moral obligations aside, I hope Theodore is still alive. I haven't received one word from you in over two months.

In other news, a fight broke out in the courtroom today. I, of course, had nothing to do with it, but it did indeed clinch the case for me.

( WILL )

( THEO )

Seems there was a tsunami of sorts off the northern coast of France. Some people got hurt, apparently, and they're blaming it on the earthquake in England. Interesting.

As much as I enjoy living in France, the commute can be an unfortunate hassle when some of my clients are still in England. The week after next will become extremely hectic, so perhaps staying there then would be for the best instead of grabbing portkeys twice a day. Though the mere thought of staying at the Leaky is displeasing...

( WILL )

We are pleased to announce that Juliet and I are expecting twins.

( PRIVATE )

( WILL )

( THEO )

The last box has been put away, we're finally settled--- officially the fasted move-in ever.

Goodbye, England---

Unfortunately, we have decided that staying here isn't the best of things to do right now, so...

If anyone would like to help pack, that would be much appreciated.

The United States is surprisingly bareable. At some points. Often.

Juliet, when are the movers coming over with your things?

( PRIVATE )

( THEO )

Kill me now.

Well, well--- look at that.

( WILL )

How's the baby.

Ha.

Ha ha.

Ha ha

ha.