My twenty-first year.

[dracolicious]

Thank Merlin we decided on a reasonably early party, or we would still be trying to rid ourselves of unwanted guests. Some of us need to get to bed at a decent hour.

Yes, you, little britches. You've been up since dawn, and Daddy needs a break. I don't know, Morsel. Maybe we can visit The Burrow tomorrow to see if Amelia is there. If

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[boywholives]

This isn't fair.

[dracolicious]

This is precisely why she's going to nursery school in the fall. She needs to befriend other witches her own age so she'll know people in her year when her Hogwarts days come to pass.

[boywholives]

It's going to be so...weird. Not hearing her voice in the house for that long.

[dracolicious]

It's three hours a day. Just tell yourself she's napping.

I daresay this little blighter will be rambling a semi-coherent blue streak to fill your ears by September.

[boywholives]

I'm hoping this one will say Papa first.

[dracolicious]

Ba-ba is rather close, and you have a great deal in common with the tubular device Our Son suckles white liquid out ofju7309g5etidb what? It's a glaringly obvious parallel!

[boywholives]

DO YOU MIND?

[dracolicious]

Papa, ba-ba, et cetera.

I think I'd like to play with your ba-ba once these little sugar demons pass out from exhaustion.

[boywholives]

Considering all the sugar you let them have, that'll be...Wednesday.

[dracolicious]

Bollocks.

[boywholives]

Exactly. Mine are turning blue already.

[dracolicious]

I hate you, Potter.

[boywholives]

It's your fault.

[dracolicious]

You should know well enough to save me from myself!

[boywholives]

What, and be accused of cruelty to children? No thanks.

[dracolicious]

So you admit that cake deprivation is cruel.