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Due to personal reasons, I have asked the admins to allow me to rewrite Duchess’ entire story. As such, I’ve made a new blog for her so as not to confuse any of the old things with the new! Her new bio is the first post on the new blog and if you have any questions/concerns feel free to come at me with them.

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Name: Duchess LaBlanc Blood Status: Pure Blood School: Ilvermorny House: Wampus Year: Alumni Title(s) if any: Deputy Headmistress, Astronomy Professor, Wampus Head of House. Wand: Sycamore wood with a dragon heartstring core, 14 ¼" and brittle flexibility Patronus (5th plus): Borzoi Pet: Angelus, a gyrfalcon Three Best (max)/Three Worst Classes (min): (+) Charms, Transfiguration, Astronomy. (-) Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Ruins, Muggle Studies.

Hogwarts, a Personal History: 

From a young age Duchess LaBlanc knew that she would be destined for greatness. Coming from one of the more prominent Pure Blooded families in France, it was always suggested that she’d marry an acceptable Pure Blood wizard and create her own perfect little Pure Blooded children. It was all she wanted, actually. Duchess LaBlanc was meant to be a housewife, no matter how strong willed she was or how fiercely she cast her spells.

Everything was on track to go precisely the way she and her family had wanted it until the summer before her sixth year. The incident, as it would be referred to any time it was mention afterwards, happened while on vacation in Versailles. The boy had been charming and Duchess had wanted to escape just a little from the rules and expectations set upon her like most teens her age. What she hadn’t anticipated was the confundus charm used on her nor the illegal love potion slipped into her drink. 

The results of that night went with Duchess, causing her to be the center of much gossip and ridicule. In a desperate attempt to keep the rumors and gossip from spreading her father devised a plan that would uproot Duchess’ entire life and get her far away from the life she’d created in France and at Hogwarts. Ilvermorny was supposed to be where Duchess could start over. But while it was easy for her to settle herself into the role as the new Queen Bee, so to speak, it was still hard for her to say that she was satisfied with her own path.

That satisfaction didn’t come until she was asked to teach Astronomy at Ilvermorny. A subject she had enjoyed a good bit while she had attended both Hogwarts and then Ilvermorny, there was no hesitation as she accepted the position. Only a few short years later a new Headmaster was appointed and Duchess appointed Deputy Headmistress. When Anthony told her of his plans to infiltrate Hogwarts for his own nefarious purposes, Duchess couldn’t help but agree that it was a good idea. It’d been almost an entire lifetime since she’d been there and she wouldn’t miss the chance to wander the hallways again. To discover secrets that had been long hidden away.

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Did Apollo expect to find the bright and brilliant, the legendary, the treasure of Paris– Ms La Blanc herself– stretched out on her couch with her feet up?

No, he did not.

Was Apollo deeply giddy to see such a thing?

Oh, yes he was! 

He could already see his feature unfolding before his very eyes. Sometimes that happened; Apollo’s creative juices burst like squeezed fruit and ran multicoloured in front of his eyes. Think of what he could do with an image such as this before him! And no, he was not planning to use it to humiliate La Blanc, though certainly there was a version of the lede that might dovetail in that direction–

No. He could humanize her. Here she was, an expecting mother– not a hair out of place as she lounged on the throne of her own opulent success. It was a cushiony throne to be sure, but a throne nonetheless. 

Duchess La Blanc was nothing less than queen.

But he was getting ahead of himself, wasn’t he? He had an interview to conduct. 

“Oh, please don’t apologize! I was hoping as much!” Apollo said quickly as he rushed forward. He grinned at her and extended a hand to shake. “I find interviews– the best interviews, the most interesting interviews, for both the interviewer and the subject– it’s more of a conversation, eh? We should pretend to be old friends who are meeting for tea and catching up.” 

Duchess smiled at Apollo despite the fact she did not agree with him at all. In fact, she thought the complete opposite. Interviews should be kept a tad impersonal. It was business after all. She had a pr rep to humanize her when needed. Interviews were only to talk about her clothes. There were few articles on her personal life. Only certain reporters were allowed to breach the subject and each article was approved by her reps.

She was going into uncharted territory with this interview. Taking a leap of faith, so to speak.

“Well then I do hope this proves to be a very interesting interview. It’s the first that’s been conducted in Swynlake,” she gave him a smile as she shifted in her seat. “Tea, though, does sound quite lovely. I’ll have Jenny bring a kettle up with these delicious biscuits from a patisserie in NTO.”

Reaching for her phone, Duchess quickly sent out the text to her assistant. See?She could be hospitable when she felt like it. (Though it was more due to the fact her hormones were not quite as volatile as they had been a few hours ago.)

“How would you like to start, cher?”

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Marie would certainly have been invested in all of this regardless of the circumstances - these were her baby cousins, after all, and Marie did so love a new project, but… well, it wasn’t like she had anything else going on. Now that university was finished for the year, she had no more Fashion Society, no more spanish lessons, no extra-curricular activities whatsoever. So throwing herself into this, organising the nursery and buying things for the babies, it gave her something to do.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Marie said, moving to the rocking chair and sitting down at it, grinning at her auntie. “I just want to be able to properly imagine the space, that’s all.”

Duchess watched with a fond smile as Marie moved to sit in the rocking chair. It was kind of heartwarming to see her niece looking so comfortable in her home. That was something she had wanted with all of the Bonfamille children. At least until all of this unpleasantness. Now she wasn’t sure what she wanted with her nephews. Marie gave her a reason to focus on only one of them. To spoil her favorite and only niece. 

Moving to stand behind the rocking chair, Duchess leaned on it gently so as not to rock it too much. “It’s isn’t hard to imagine,” she stated easily as she handed her sketchpad back to Marie. “Look. Just there in the corner will be their changing table. And in the other corner an ornate dresser for their clothes. Their cribs are already put up as you can see.” She gave a smile as she looked at them. She was ready for them to be here. To be in their little cribs and smiling at her.

“And soon, the room will be complete with their cooing.”

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Anthony allowed her to guide them the right way, careful to hold her arm until she had properly lowered herself onto the couch. This was something he could remember doing for his first wife, before the war and everything else. A strange recollection to have now, after all these years. But it was the pregnancy and all. It even gave the woman a different scent…one that was strangely more tempting than maybe she might otherwise be.

Perhaps he’d have a little taste, at least once he’d had the conversation he was interested in with her. And he was certainly interested in hearing her perspective on the vile creatures that somehow tried to be a part of civilization. He truly wouldn’t understand that. 

“Of course not. You are due your comforts in your condition. Think nothing of it.” A smile spread across his face as he moved to settle next to her. “Of course they live in a bubble. They have yet to experience the nightmare in person, most of them. I’d imagine. It’s easy to be stupid and friendly to everyone when you don’t know what horrible danger you’re in.” Anthony wrinkled his nose. “I have seen good people taken down by those beasts. It is nothing to be gentle about. You really are doing the right thing here. It’s not like the fairies or whatever.”

The conversation was refreshing. Duchess clearly did not spend enough time around like minded individuals. Which gave her pause. Why did she continue to live in Swynlake when she was nothing short of attacked for her beliefs? Why did she continue to allow herself to be berated by people who were less than her? Was the inspiration in town that good? Of course, she’d done some of her best work in Swynlake. Her brand had made a wonderful comeback in the past year or two and, well, it was nice to see the profits. To know that it was her that made her business even more successful. 

But was it worth the danger and the mental anguish?

That was something that would be calculated once the twins arrived, naturally. If her children did not thrive in this town then she would leave. If there was any harm that would come to them because of Swynlake there would be no hesitation to go back to France. The move would be easy and Marie would always have a place to stay if she wanted it.

“I would have thought after what happened on Halloween and then the attack on my n--- On that boy in January the town would have realized just how dangerous they are. It makes absolutely no sense. I am trying to open their eyes but so far I have merely been labeled a bigot and a threat. No one, save for a handful really, is able to recognize that all I am doing is for the safety of the town. How are we to be safe while those beasts run around unchecked? They pose a serious threat.” She all but huffed, indignant still over how her vision was being received by the town and even other members of the Board. “I just do not know how to make them see how dangerous they are. It’s as if they don’t want to see.”

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As the days wore on, Duchess grew more and more tired. It seemed her fatigue only seemed to grow with the swell of her stomach; something that bothered her more than most aspects of her pregnancy. Being in the public eye as much as she was, it was difficult being anything more than her size zero self. Not to mention the pregnancy seriously hinged on her privacy. Because it was so obvious most thought that they could comment on it. That Duchess would give information up simply because it was unavoidable. 

She only hoped the interviewer that was coming was not as stupid as to think that.

Duchess had taken residence in her office, feet propped up as she lounged on the couch. It was where she ended up most days. The twins put an insurmountable amount of pressure on her back to the point standing after an hour or so causing her to need to spend more time off of her feet. It didn’t make for a productive day or for an easy day for her workers. They were constantly being made to bring in what they were working one, letting Duchess inspect and make changes much like she would have if she’d been walking around. 

This was exactly how Jenny found her as she entered with Apollo in tow. Duchess shifted, attempting to push herself from the little lounge sofa. “Mr. Delphos,” she smiled, extending her hand. “It is a pleasure. Make yourself comfortable, I’m afraid this won’t be so much a formal interview as an informal one.” She apologized lightly as she situated herself once again on the sofa.

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Apollo had established for himself several nifty little recurring series in the Swynlake Squire that made his job infinitely easier when it came to pitching ideas every single day, and one of those series was his favourite– town spotlights on interesting people doing interesting things. From the world of Swynlake’s growing drag scene through the eyes of the inimitable Ken Carson, to Freddie’s fabulous digital rising star, his column gave him a chance to meet and greet and then get to the meat of these people’s lives. It was what Apollo did best. It’s what Apollo loved best. 

It also helped that, person by person, he was opening Swynlake up to himself. The Tribune and Artemis would be proud when his quilt of personalities were complete and he knew a little bit of everyone’s dirty little secrets. 

And next– Duchess La Blanc. 

Apollo was eager for this interview for too many reasons to count, though here were a handful– 1. Duchess was a bit of a controversial figure these days, as a bold, new voice of the Board with connections to one of Swynlake’s staple families; 2. Duchess was a phenomenal, international businesswoman whose networth dwarfed Swynlake’s own– why settle here, Apollo wondered? and 3. She was pregnant and Apollo had no idea who the baby daddy was! 

Alright, the last reason was shallow and would not be featured in his feature. 

But still– to be a board member, community leader, businesswoman and pregnant? Honestly, Apollo admired her, and he hadn’t even met her yet.

That changed today. He arrived promptly for the interview, overdressed to impress, and waited patiently until Ms. La Blanc’s secretary led him to her office. 

There he entered and inclined his head politely. “Ms. La Blanc! Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me today!” 

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Marie followed her auntie like some kind of little yappy dog, trotting along at her master’s heels. To anyone else it might look a little sad, Marie trailing along after her auntie like that, but to Marie, she felt very important - important, but most of all, included.

That was the main thing. Marie liked hanging around with Duchess because Duchess was more her sister than an auntie, that was true, and Marie did so desperately want a sister, but she liked hanging around with Duchess because Duchess included her. She acted as if Marie were her equal, bringing her in on all her plans. It was refreshing, to say the least.

She leaned over a little to look at the sketch, trying to match the room to her drawing. She thought her tantine was showing great restraint in not designing the whole room herself - the idea of the twins picking their own colour schemes was adorable. “That’s wonderful!” She nodded, glancing around the room. “I love that rocking chair. What do you have left to buy?” Marie wasn’t entirely sure what babies would need - a tiny wardrobe, maybe? Maybe that could be a good gift idea for Duchess. A very early christmas present. Marie pondered the thought, looking again at the drawings.

While Marie thought of herself as more of a sister, Duchess saw a little Duchess in her. It probably was not healthy that she viewed her actual sister’s child as her own. But with the increase in time spent with the littlest Bonfamille, Duchess couldn’t help but to Duch little Marie was in need of-- something. The important thing as that Duchess wanted to be for her. Whether that was mentor, sister, mother. 

Admittedly, Duchess had plenty of designs bursting with color. They were early sketches. When she envisioned exactly what her children would look like, which features they would take from Duchess and which would come from Phoebus, it had been easy to come up with complimentary color schemes. However, she’d realized after that there was no true way to figure it out. And that having to redo the room completely would be quite difficult once the babies arrived. Neutral was the best choice and she desperately hoped that her children took after her in regards to artistry. 

“It has gotten plenty of use since it was delivered,” she chuckled, wanting, now, to go rest in it. There was an overwhelming sense of calm that overtook her whenever she sat in it. The fear that coursed through her abated somewhat. Enough for her to rest peacefully or sew uninterrupted. “I’ve ordered just about everything. It should be arriving by the end of the week. Except for a secondary pram and changing table. I have not been able to find ones that I like. It’s quite annoying. Why do you ask, my dove?”

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Oh this woman was amusing. And much more tolerant of idiots than he might be. But Anthony could work with this. He could work with a woman who at least mostly had the good sense he liked. Not to mention she was easy on the eyes. If she weren’t so heavily pregnant he might have made a bit of a pass at her. Perhaps he still might once she dropped the baby.

It was nice to meet a person who hated the horrible beasts. Of course, Anthony had a different reason to hate them than she might, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was she was a member of the board, and keeping her on the side of vampires (even inadvertently) rather than the slobbering werewolves was always a benefit.

“Oh of course. I would hate to disrupt them with reality,” Anthony replied with a wry smile, offering up his arm to her. “Please don’t consider me rude, but may I help you pver there? My ex-wife, when she was this far along was rather sore.” And horribly temperamental, but that was neither here nor there. His former wife and son and all were long gone, though the lineage had managed to make its way to this time. “I would hate for you to suffer needlessly simply to have an engaging conversation.”

If Duchess had been concerned about this man, those worries were thrown away as he offered his arm to her. At least he was a gentleman. The words that followed the motion gave her pause. He was a divorcee. It made her mind wander a little bit if only because of her own tragic love life. Though, her expectations and wants had changed with her pregnancy. There was no more just dating on a whim, chasing something that was unattainable. She had more than herself to worry about now.

Even if he did have experience with pregnancy and children. 

“Ah, oui. Merci, Anthony,” she smiled at him as she took his arm. Typically this was Marie’s job. It was often that Duchess could be found holding onto Marie’s thin arm as they tittered back and forth like excited school girls. “My office is not far.”

In fact, it was only a few paces from where she’d met the man, thankfully. Once inside, Duchess waddled her way to the small couch that she’d had brought in once she realized that her chair was not the most comfortable place to spend most of the day. “I hope you do not mind the informality of this. I am not usually so unprofessional,” she lamented, actually thankful to be off of her feet. Gods how she could not wait to be able to trot along in her heels comfortably again. “But, I digress. The werewolf dilemma here is terrible. No one is truly aware of just how dangerous they can be. It is as if they live in a little bubble where nothing is ever bad.”

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What he hadn’t expected somehow, or the gossip mill hadn’t decided to inform him, was that this remarkable woman was also incredibly pregnant. Still, if he was surprised, he didn’t let himself show it. After all, it wouldn’t do him any good to offend someone who might actually be a valuable ally of sorts. The woman didn’t like werewolves, that was wonderful.

In fact, that was the sort of attitude to continue to encourage, especially if Anthony decided he’d make this place his own. And he was mostly convinced that he would. It was a nice enough town. And it was friendly towards magicks which was (mostly) good. Other than caring about werewolves that is.

“Well, not everyone has actual experience with the vicious ones,” Anthony replied with a shake of his head. “I certainly have. And when you’ve met the ones as brutal as I have, you wouldn’t be so hasty to let them work with your police force or any of that.”

Outside of Cruella and Roscoe there were not very many people that held the same viewpoint as her. In fact, she had been so slightly surprised that Lady had come to her with her petition that she hadn’t known what to do at first. After, of course, she had very willingly signed the petition to keep werewolves out of those most important positions in town. It was safer that way, for everyone.

Finding out that Phoebus had been attacked by one of those creatures was... It was terrifying and maddening. The fact that she had shared a town with that vile creature was even more of a disappointment. Knowing, too, that that man was supposed to be her boyfriend’s partner was just too much. How was this town supposed to be safe from danger when one of it’s pillars of defense was an unpredictable monster. It wasn’t something that she could process, wasn’t something that she wanted to process. No. Duchess wanted to fight the injustice because it was right and, at the heart of everything, that was what she was.

Having an outsider, someone she did not know, approach her and tell her that he agreed only served to make her think that she was going in the right direction. It ignited that fire within her that had only recently started to dim some. “It was my boyfriend’s at the time partner that made me realize just how dangerous and vile they are.” She admitted it carefully, her smile faltering just slightly. “Perhaps we should take this conversation to my office. Not all my employees agree but... They do enjoy having their jobs.”

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Technically, Duchess was not supposed to be doing much. Her doula had told her that she needed to take it easy. Too much stress was not good for the baby. What Duchess needed was relaxation. But there was nothing that relaxed Duchess more than being surrounded by her life’s work. And with the studio newly finished, there was nowhere Duchess wanted to be more.

Granted, she still followed her doula’s instructions. Instead of pacing around the room watching every move her workers made, the French woman found herself in her office. All of her shows had been put on hold but that did not mean her work stopped. If anything it slowed slightly because of the babies. She napped more, lost inspiration, and drew things that brought her joy. Those things were mostly onesies and clothes for toddlers. If anything, she thought, it could become a new venture for her. It could be quite lucrative if handled correctly.

If she even wanted to handle her business after her babies arrived. It was a thought that bounced around her head quite a bit in quiet moments at night.

Her thoughts had drifted as the afternoon approached; her routine nap slowly encroaching, when a commotion in the front distracted her. Perfectly plucked eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she hoisted herself from the chair she’d been lounging in to find out what was going on. 

Stopping in her tracks as she was approached by a rather handsome man. Something that she hadn’t seen in her studio in so long. “Ah... Thank you, cher. It is not often I hear something like that in this town. There are too many that are sympathetic to them.”

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Anthony had been making an effort to find people that might interest him for a little longer than usual. It was hard, of course. Some people were just plain irritating (like the girl he had met when he just got to town), and it made sorting them and picking something worthwhile…difficult. And he had to make a good decision this time. His last pick had been a serious disaster. 

But he’d heard there were a couple of well off people in town, two of whom were on the board. The one: Miss De Vil looked far too ridiculous for him to want to spend much time on her. But the other one? Duchess LaBlanc? She looked like the kind of woman he’d enjoy. She sort of reminded him of his first wife. At least from the pictures.

It was enough for him to go seek her out. It took a few different people before someone finally was able to tell him that Duchess LaBlanc would be spending some parts of the day in her studio. That was good. Much better than her place which he had considered but quickly ruled out. Not the way he’d get in there. But the other route would certainly work.

So Anthony found his way over to this studio, dressed in one of his nicer suits. It wouldn’t do to leave a bad impression. He made his way in, glancing around until he spotted the object of his interests. “Madame LaBlanc? I know you must be busy, but I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Anthony Coleman. I’ve heard what you’ve been doing to work towards a safer community against those dangerous werewolves, and I want to say I really admire your efforts.”

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Things were very topsy turvy in the Bonfamille household, that was true, but Marie didn’t see why she couldn’t be friends with everyone. Her brothers had each other, and they had her - Marie had never had a sister, and Duchess was the closest thing to it, and so was it crime that she wanted to maintain a relationship with her? Especially now - Duchess needed her more than ever.

Marie hugged her tantine gently, rubbing her back with one hand before she pulled away again. “Of course! Have you finished them already?”

“Of course, darling,” Duchess grinned at Marie’s question. Despite the fatigue and the play and the trouble with the rest of her family, Duchess was excited about her little ones. Excited enough to have her plans for their nursery to be done and also for their first outfits. There was a small bit of fear but for the most part she was just ready to not be pregnant any more and to be able to hold her children close to her chest.

“Come, come,” she grabbed her sketchbook from the table before all but waddling her towards the designated room. There were some furnishings already in the room. The rocking chair she’d gotten on their last trip to NTO and the adorable twin cribs they’d found and a large mobile (which was also a large part of the inspiration for the twins’ room) were placed somewhat strategically. Of course she knew that she would have to move them to get the room completed but there had been no other place to put them. 

Flipping the notebook open, Duchess showed Marie the first sketch. “You know I’d prefer to keep it quite neutral. I want the children to be able to make their own decisions on color palettes they like. And it’d be very modern, very chic. Clean and crisp.” She explained as she flipped through various sketches. She was still very uncertain on decorations and how many stuffed animals she wanted to be dispersed in the room. 

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Marie listened for her auntie’s voice, and then she moved to follow the sound of it, peeking her head into the room and smiling once she found her. She must have just woken up from a nap, and Marie couldn’t blame her - Marie took a nap every day without fail and she wasn’t growing two tiny perfect humans (and they would be perfect, too).

“I brought something for the nursery.” She beamed, stepping into the room. “And I thought I could help you a little setting things up?”

There weren’t words that could describe how happy Duchess was that Marie hadn’t turned her back on her. That out of everyone, it was little Marie who she knew the least that stayed by her side. She’d been so very helpful since Duchess had found out that she was pregnant. Always tagging along and visiting and simply floating around Duchess. She hoped that her children would be as attentive and loving as Marie.

“Oh sweet,” she grinned as she moved to push herself from the couch. “You did not have to bring anything.” Carefully she took the bag from Marie and placed it on the table before giving her niece a hug as best she could. “Ah, oui. Would you like to see the plans?”

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Children were tiring things. Twins were exhausting. Duchess hadn’t expected it, honestly. But then again, she’d thought that she wouldn’t ever have them. Her love life was nothing short of a disaster and, well, she’d always thought that she’d have children with a man that she loved. Part of her still did love Phoebus but she knew that she could never be with him. Not how they deserved to be. But at least she would have reminders of such a bright time in her life.

But as tired as she was and as much as her back hurt her, there were still things that needed to be done. Appointments that had to be made, contractors that needed to be called, and nurseries that needed to be planned. And of course, Duchess was going to have her hand in all of it. Already her sketch book was filled with drawings of how she wanted her children’s nursery to look. Catalogs littered her coffee table, color coordinated tabs sticking out from pages that drew her eye and encapsulated her vision.  

Still, she dozed, her sketchbook nearly falling off her lap as she took her fifth cat nap of the day. And when Marie came in, her voice drifting through the empty house, Duchess startled with a small jump before yawning. “In here, mon tendre,” she called out, shifting to place her sketchbook on the coffee table.

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Babies, Marie was learning, where far more exciting than one might initially expect - they didn’t just come with lots of shopping and opportunities for photos, but there was interior decorating to be done as well. The nursery had to be set up, which meant paint and wallpaper swatches, carpet samples, furniture catalogues and all sorts of things.

Marie did love a project, too; babies were full of projects, apparently. And she had found the most adorable teddy bears on her last trip to The Next Town Over, which she thought would be absolutely perfect for placement in the nursery once everything was set up, hence why they were sitting in her bag as she took an uber to her tantine’s house, ready to help her prepare for the twins arrival.

She stepped inside like she always did, knowing by now that she didn’t need to knock. “Tantine,” She said in a sing-song voice, “I have a surprise for you!”

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Greg: People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. For all those on the outside of your privileged glass house though? They should throw stones at that glass house. Darling.

Greg: As in; This reasoning was just. It was settled in a court of law with proper consideration and you are just throwing a tantrum about the outcome.

Greg: Face it. The 'vicious attack' was nothing more than Shuck's excitement and someone's overreaction. Which only happened because of a certain person you /of course/ are close to and who's /rightfully/ in jail had a vendetta and told others to stage it?

Greg: or were we not in the same court room?

Greg: You support biased laws formed from ignorance and misinformation.

Greg: and that's why I will always question you - because those laws do /not/ belong in this town.

Duchess: must you be so long winded?

Duchess: fabricated or not it still brought to light the fact he had an animal that is classified as dangerous. A law that clearly does not matter here.