Did You Just Knock Over All Those Oranges? [closed]
Marlow couldn't remember the last time she had gone grocery shopping.
Since moving into the castle, there wasn't a single thing she had to take care of on her own. She didn't have a single bill to pay attention to and the house elves could cook her up anything her little over-zealous heart desired. Not even Brutus or Newt needed her guidance, the house elves taking care of their well-being without a blink of an eye.
You know who did, though?
Her adorably stupid, co-dependent baby brother who apparently needed help buying celery and apples.
Which is why while he was in practice, being paid a fortune, Marlow was walking through the market, a list in her hands and a basket hanging from her elbow, brow furrowed as she wondered why he needed so much granola, moving toward the fresh section.
He specified Granny Smith apples.
Six, precisely.
He was going to owe her big time for this.
Since moving into the castle, there wasn't a single thing she had to take care of on her own. She didn't have a single bill to pay attention to and the house elves could cook her up anything her little over-zealous heart desired. Not even Brutus or Newt needed her guidance, the house elves taking care of their well-being without a blink of an eye.
You know who did, though?
Her adorably stupid, co-dependent baby brother who apparently needed help buying celery and apples.
Which is why while he was in practice, being paid a fortune, Marlow was walking through the market, a list in her hands and a basket hanging from her elbow, brow furrowed as she wondered why he needed so much granola, moving toward the fresh section.
He specified Granny Smith apples.
Six, precisely.
He was going to owe her big time for this.