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It is very quiet in the house. I can hear a flea skittering across the floorboards, looking for a cat to cosy up to. That means rain's soon to come.
It is very rarely so quiet on a Saturday. Gran is napping, and no-one has come to the back door, looking to speak with her in the absence of my father. They prefer Gran to my father, and they prefer me last of all. Women are flighty, they say. That Gran is also a woman does not occur to them. With age, power, and experience comes a certain standing. Her memory, though, is not what it once was, and I find I must take care of her business as well as my own. When I changed the lining of her rooks' cage, I caught a glimpse of the news. The Prophet does prove itself, now and again, to be worth reading.
I do sometimes wonder if Gran only pretends to forget to clean the cages. Even with a wand, it's messy, smelly work.
I do believe there's a quidditch match in Exmoor to-day. That would explain the quiet, then.
It is very rarely so quiet on a Saturday. Gran is napping, and no-one has come to the back door, looking to speak with her in the absence of my father. They prefer Gran to my father, and they prefer me last of all. Women are flighty, they say. That Gran is also a woman does not occur to them. With age, power, and experience comes a certain standing. Her memory, though, is not what it once was, and I find I must take care of her business as well as my own. When I changed the lining of her rooks' cage, I caught a glimpse of the news. The Prophet does prove itself, now and again, to be worth reading.
I do sometimes wonder if Gran only pretends to forget to clean the cages. Even with a wand, it's messy, smelly work.
I do believe there's a quidditch match in Exmoor to-day. That would explain the quiet, then.