Go, sirrah, send out the message about
                              
Through fair London; find these persons out
                              
Whose names are written there, and to them say,
                              
Come to my manor and stay on at their pleasure
                              


                              
Exeunt LUCIUS MALFOY and PANSY
                              


                              
THEODORE NOTT
                              
Find them out whose names are written here! How?
                              
He did not say, and he gets testy if I don't do it right; 
                              
but I am sent to notify those persons whose names are here
                              
Written on this paper, and can't be sure of what to do
                              
Maybe I should find someone else to ask their opinion?
                              


                              
THEODORE NOTT exits out of the office down to the street area. Enter RON and HARRY arguing about his love life.
                              


                              
RON
                              
Tut, man, one fire might burn out, but another's burning,
                              
One pain is lessen'd by another's love;
                              
And turn your frown into laughter!
                              
We undertake one desperate chance to reduce your languish:
                              
Take thou some new affection to thy eye,
                              
And the painful poison of the old will finally leave you.
                              
HARRY
                              
Your antidotes will help with that.
                              
RON
                              
For what, I pray thee? Do thou have another plan?
                              
HARRY
                              
To break your shin.
                              
RON
                              
Why, Harry, art thou mad?
                              
HARRY
                              
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;
                              
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
                              
Whipp'd and tormented and—oh! good morrow, sir. 
                              
My apologies. Do you need assistance?
                              
THEODORE NOTT
                              
Good afternoon! I pray, sir, can you help me?
                              
HARRY
                              
Ay, this will be a welcome distraction from my misery.
                              
THEODORE NOTT
                              
I don't know if I can do that: but, I am unsure of my path
                              
I must send out invitations and I can't decide how to do it
                              
Phone, email, owl or should I go to their business or home?
                              
HARRY
                              
Ay, if I know the people, I can guess on how to tell them.
                              
THEODORE NOTT
                              
Thank you! Ye say your honest opinion, sir!
                              
HARRY
                              
Let me see it. 
                              


                              
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