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Dec 31, 2006 13:08

"All right, there, Fireproofing Charm on the deck accordingly renewed."

Nymphadora straightens up, nodding with satisfaction as the deck planks glow blue for a moment. Then she adjusts her fuzzy pom-pommed hat, and turns back to her husband.

"Is there anything else likely to be set on fire by your little toys?"

The witch squints out over the darkened lakefront as though expecting to see errant piles of drapery or old newspapers.
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