Ask Queliot

Ask Queliot

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The ask book you've all been waiting for. My boyfriend (Eliot, if you didn't know :3 ) and I are here to answer any questions you have for us about our relationship, magic, or anything else. (Or Fillory, you know. I can answer anything about that.) Pm your questions or just comment them wherever. - Quentin (: Dearest reader, You may private-message or comment your queries to us and we'll answer as we see fit. Onward to glory. - Eliot.
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