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Uniforms, gossip and sorting
Turns out, I should have worried more.
Remember that cataclysmic event I wasn’t worried about? I think it snuck up on me…
Crash-course in baby
Uhuh, because you can just turn off hundreds of gossiping teens and tweens by asking them to stop.
Late nights/Early mornings
“You know how I am at remembering things,” he said, shrugging apologetically and flashing what I’m sure he thought was a charming smile. It was, but there was no need to tell him that.
I have such a charming, refined family. No really, I do. Somewhere, I’m sure; just not here.
While I was having this incredibly stimulating conversation with myself, Dom, having finished chewing, continued her helpful (Not. Non. Nein.) advice. Lovely.
So, naturally, she did exactly what Aunt Fleur had taught her daughter not to do since the day she was born.
“Humpf,” I arched one eyebrow at him in what I hoped was a dangerous manner and planted my hands on my hips. He grinned at me.
Forever and Ever
“We do it the Muggle way!” I shouted gaily, “More fun that way. It’s a tradition.”
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