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[remembernone]

my gran sent me an owl today with some extra quills and the like. i dont know how she knew i was snapping the tips off all of mine. i think she might be a seer but then i guess all grans know this kind of stuff i mean when i was little she told me she had an eye in the back of her head so she could see what i was doing at all times and i didn't

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[seventhdaughter]

My mum used to tell us the same thing, about the eyes in the back of her head. Really she'd left them around the house, I think, but who knows?

[remembernone]

i imagine that must have been kind of sick to find
did you ever find any eyeballs lying around?

quite clever, your mum

[seventhdaughter]

No, none lying around. They weren't that sort of eyeball. Well--we did have those too, but I think Fred and George were responsible.

[remembernone]

oh i see
of course
i hate it when mums pull that sort of stuff. or grans.

do you want some pudding? its cornbread!

[seventhdaughter]

Sure, I'd love some, thanks.

[remembernone]

i'll be right down

[forgewheeze]

Hahaha

[seventhdaughter]

Aha! So it was you!

[forgewheeze]

You're a smart one, ginny. how're you doing?

[seventhdaughter]

I'm all right. Bored, a bit. What've you been up to?

[forgewheeze]

Nothing much. just, er, kind of dealing with things that you shouldn't worry about!! really. how about yourself, dearest sister?

[seventhdaughter]

Oh, right. That's what everyone seems to be doing most of the time. Never mind.

[forgewheeze]

well, what do you want to know?? How our sales have been? what new inventions we've been coming up with? What?

[seventhdaughter]

You know perfectly well what I want to know. But you can tell me whatever you'd like.

[forgewheeze]

well. Fred's off with angelina, I think. I don't know what he's up to nowadays, you know? and I am here. By my lonesome, you know, talking to my favorite sister. I don't know what else to tell you.

[seventhdaughter]

Poor, lonely George.