Still More Unconventional Behavior
*A/N: Ch. 1 has been HEAVILY edited for reasons of flow.*
(B POV)
I was the best man at their wedding, causing mass whispers about the soundness of mind of a certain Prime Minister. After all, how sane can you be when you tried to become a martyr by crushing yourself under a building? they ran (something along those lines; I didn't really notice).
I was summoned as a friend, with no commands made, no limitations given on my attire but that it had to be a suit.
And tie.
Whatever.
Despite that, I wanted this to be special for them, two of the only three people to ever trust me with their well-being.
The guise I chose was Ptolemy, for it felt right that he should be there in some way.
But for once, I imagined him as an adult, strong and tall, but as wise and reasonable as the day we met.
In a way, I suppose I was moving on.
And it was certainly clear that Nathaniel would strengthen the country even beyond Gladstone's wildest dreams with the chance Ptolemy never had.
I think it's done now… I guess Bartimaeus just demanded inclusion in the story, so here he is, surprisingly serious.
I beta-d this by myself because I don't trust anyone else - and I'm currently active!
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