Who don't? [Everyone and their mother has a fucking calendar. Mildmay lets the thought roll off his back in favor of Felix's information, though. He's a terrible liar, and even then, eh wouldn't lie about this. Not of his own volition. And if he were being controlled, his posture and bearing would be different when he delivered the news.]
[Which means it's hocus shit.]
[Joy of joys.] It's [FOUR YEARS LATER], last I saw. [He repeats it in the Wizarding calendar.] You're still in the fucking Mirador. [That isn't even a meta joke, don't start with me.]
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[Which means it's hocus shit.]
[Joy of joys.] It's [FOUR YEARS LATER], last I saw. [He repeats it in the Wizarding calendar.] You're still in the fucking Mirador. [That isn't even a meta joke, don't start with me.]