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On The Hoof
“I got arrested by Ron Weasley two years ago,” Hoof said in an almost conversational tone. “Nice bloke. Punched me right inna face, but I had just tried a nasty spell on him, I'll give him that.”
Son of a Rock Star
“You're giving me a murderer?” I squeaked, wide-eyed, as Lydia fished around in her in-box. I'd never gone after a real murderer before. I'd met a few, but I hadn't been attempting to capture them at the time. Normally I run the other way from murderers. That one time with the serial killers had totally not been my fault.
More Cheese Puffs
Scorpius rubbed a hand over his face. “I was only gone for a few hours... How do these things keep happening? At least it isn't a serial killer.”
A Man Named Annable
“I'm, um, a private investigator,” I told her. It sounded good. And telling old ladies one is a bounty hunter pretty much inevitably winds up with a door in the face. Might as well find out how being a P.I. compares.
A Nogtail in a Blanket
He clutched the blanket, looking horrified. “You can't let them take her away! The Pest Division will put her down! It's what they always do to nogtails!”
Victoire's kids lived in fear of St. Mungo's. I had no idea why. It wasn't as if anything bad had ever happened to them there. The Healers had removed Remus's extra arms in a trice that one time he'd gotten a hold of Victoire's wand.
A Rain of Ketchup
I needed flunkies. It must be nice. Lydia was great, but Dad had a whole squad of Lydias to do his bidding.
“You're no fun, Rose. You used to be fun.” James sighed dramatically, putting his hand to his chest.
Dipped in Sludge
When she makes remarks like that, I tend to think she's referring to her husband and/or her kids. I wondered if Victoire had ever considered killing Teddy for acting like an idiot.
A Model Forger
The officer on duty was my friend Jack Upchurch, which would have been a relief the day I'd brought in Parmenter. He grinned when he saw me and crowed with delight.
Dinner Party from the Black Lagoon
Dominique's engagement announcement had involved a seven-course meal and a display of fireworks, and the birth of little Thornton had caused the arrival of singing letters in iambic pentameter (Scorpius had called it a Howler, which it hadn't technically been, though it had been really loud).
“I can tell a Weasley when I see one. Are you going to be trouble, too?” He stopped wiping the bar and threw the rag on the floor next to him, giving me a threatening look.
Mum turned a little pink, and she patted my hand. “I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to bring it up so cavalierly.”
“Well, we sent the MLEs after him yesterday, but no one knew where he was. Funny thing, though, when we got up to the Auror department today, we found Andrew on our doorstep, trussed up like a suckling pig and covered in green tentacles."
“I think we'll all feel better if you re-think this explanation before you tell it to your parents,” Uncle Harry said.
Up in Flames
“Who is your boss? What is it you've been doing that you didn't want me messing up? How is McBride involved? Was Annable involved too? Are you part of The Organization?”
He rolled his eyes. “Sure, you wouldn't let me hex him, but it's all right for you.”
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