Carefully steadying a teetering pile of sheets, weighed down with books and a few biscuits amongst, Xenophilius shook his head adamantly then slapped his palm on a clear space of desk, sending the pile sliding across the floor. Clearly unperturbed, he said, "That's good. Good for you. A bit of printing ink in the diet makes a strong reporter."
With a definitive nod, he swept the last of the pile onto the floor with the rest of it carelessly; they had bonded, and shouldn't have been apart.
Luna smiled at him fondly, pushing back her hair, absently flicking her wand and setting things into place behind her father, escaping his notice for the time being. "Perhaps we should make a better tasting ink then, have scratch and sniff issues," she said with a grin, "Do you know what snails eat?" she asked from beneath his desk, pulling out a fish tail with a puzzled look.
Assuming it a trick question, Xenophilius tried, "Fish tails? They must be hard to come across under stones."
He leaned down, pushing his chair back to peer under the desk and eye her expectantly. Between his knees, he said, "We would have to take allergies into account for scratch and sniff issues. Some people are allergic to scratching."
Luna shook her head, "No, they aren't eating the lettuce. I'm not a very good mother, they should eat their greens without being lectured."
"That's true," she said with a solemn nod, "How about colour changing ink? I don't suppose that will improve the taste, but it will certainly look pretty. Father, can we go to Rome?" she asked, rather suddenly, "I'd like to get my haircut."
She wondered where in Rome it was that Mr. Greensmith got his hair done. Perhaps she would have to visit each one and ask, or maybe if she was very sweet...and maybe sent some chocolates, Demetrius would tell her himself. "They're quite excellent hair stylists there," she said with a decisive nod, "A very dear friend told me so."
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With a definitive nod, he swept the last of the pile onto the floor with the rest of it carelessly; they had bonded, and shouldn't have been apart.
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He leaned down, pushing his chair back to peer under the desk and eye her expectantly. Between his knees, he said, "We would have to take allergies into account for scratch and sniff issues. Some people are allergic to scratching."
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"That's true," she said with a solemn nod, "How about colour changing ink? I don't suppose that will improve the taste, but it will certainly look pretty. Father, can we go to Rome?" she asked, rather suddenly, "I'd like to get my haircut."
She wondered where in Rome it was that Mr. Greensmith got his hair done. Perhaps she would have to visit each one and ask, or maybe if she was very sweet...and maybe sent some chocolates, Demetrius would tell her himself. "They're quite excellent hair stylists there," she said with a decisive nod, "A very dear friend told me so."
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