And so it begins.

[dracolicious]

I hadn't expected to be a part of the September first crowd milling about Platform 9 3/4 for a few years yet, but perhaps this is a blessing in disguise to prepare me for the day My Angel abandons me for the sake of her magical education. I likely won't perform as admirably as I did on Thursday, but that's rather to be expected. At any rate, all

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[boywholives]

What did Daddy teach you last week, hmm?

[dracolicious]

That's because I felt it was important to review things you might have forgotten over the summer, pet. We've been through this.

[boywholives]

Apologise to your father right now.

[dracolicious]

I'll pretend that mumbling sounded a bit like an apology.

[boywholives]

Properly, or no pudding for a week.

[dracolicious]

You wouldn't!

Muffin, say it. Now.

[boywholives]

Why do you let her get by with that, Draco?

[dracolicious]

Reasons.

[boywholives]

You're never going to be like your father, Draco. You couldn't even if you tried. Stop being paranoid about it.

[dracolicious]

. . . You're not the boss of me, Potter. I'll do what I want.

[boywholives]

No, I'm not the boss of you, but I still have ways of...making you see things my way.

[dracolicious]

Give me bacon, and I'll take it under consideration.

[boywholives]

I'm not just going to give it to you. Come and take it if you want it.

[dracolicious]

Some provider you turned out to be.

[boywholives]

Want to trade me in for a better model, do you?

[dracolicious]

Can't I just put my hands on an upgrade or two? Preferably of the pork output variety?