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It turns out that my father cannot abide useless people. This is strange and enlightening news to me, having always been in his good graces, the apple of his eye, &c. However, I have often concerned myself with uselessness & so lowered myself to enquire after my cousin. Those who've not yet had the chance to get an update on his progress will be happy to know that he is still in possession of all ten toes and nearly as many fingers. Perhaps not very impressive for a respectable wizard and a Crouch (thy name is redundancy), but apparently the Artus Cretum potion must be administered sometime pre-cavalry (the actual disclaimer on the bottle, which is cleverly named Artus Cresco! with a disembodied arm on, stars falling from would-be shoulder, very whimsical). Which is not to say the real problem couldn't have been in the childproofing charm.
I bring old news according to the Prophet's presses, but family always seems to come back around.
I bring old news according to the Prophet's presses, but family always seems to come back around.