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[boywholives]

We were invited to a late lunch today with Shane and Amelia, but decided to stay in instead. Emmy has been a right terror the past couple of days, and I for one did not want to reward her with an afternoon coddling her favourite plaything. Honestly, I'm about at my wit's end with her...she's deliberately been contrary, and when I told her that I

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[dracolicious]

Budge over so I can have a seat, too, why don't y09hifysdtrgjhvbjl

[boywholives]

...

You alright down there?

[dracolicious]

So much hate.

[boywholives]

Take my hand.

[dracolicious]

Take a hike.

[boywholives]

Don't be a baby...

[dracolicious]

Everyone else has the right to.

[boywholives]

Oh for-

Hey, don't throw that out...Em likes to draw on the adverts...and there's a quiz in th-

Er, nevermind. Just give it back.

[dracolicious]

A quiz, you say? You're just full of surprises, aren't you, scholar?

[boywholives]

Shut up. They're...funny.

[dracolicious]

Funny-weird, or funny-haha?

[boywholives]

Um, sometimes both.

[dracolicious]

Maybe you really do need a job, Potter. Honestly. . . .

What sort of inane quiz is it? How to marry a the rich wizard of your dreams?

[boywholives]

I have a job. I take care of you. That's full-time in and of itself, nevermind the kids...

Um. It's....areyouboringinbed.

[dracolicious]

And you get a certain sort of care out of me at the same time, never forget.

. . . Is this a quiz meant to encourage rimming in the marital bed?

[boywholives]

And the best potions supply in all of Britain.

As if we need that kind of encouragement.