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[lesserprewett]

My mother thought it would be amusing to charm my hair a bright reddish-orange, the shade fluctuating with how loudly I yelled. The fun lasted about five minutes until my father intervened. It was what seems to be the topping on a horrible week consisting of not leaving the house except to go to London and see my enchanting brother and his dingy as

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[prewett]

My flat isn't ding...

You are just cranky because Mum got you.

[lesserprewett]

Firstly, Mum did not 'get' me--I allowed myself to be caught just to give the woman some giggles. She needs them when she has to live with our ever cheerful father day in and day out. Secondly, it is dingy, and depressing, and I've heard of prettier sewers.

[prewett]

Not living with Father makes him a lot more tolerable. Or maybe it is that I now qualify as a 'responsible adult'.

[lesserprewett]

We didn't really live with him for seven years, Gideon. He still makes my eyes roll.

[e_rosier]

Red-orange? Did anyone take pictures?

[lesserprewett]

Not for public consumption, nuisance.

[e_rosier]

Pity.

[social_graces]

That sounds positively horrific, darling!

[lesserprewett]

Darling it was, it really was. And how were your holidays? Did Christ's hare leave you lots of delightful sweets and a free ticket to Heaven?

[social_graces]

Oh silly, of course he did. I had the most amazing box of chocolates from some muggle place- of all the places! At least they can get their sweets right.

[lesserprewett]

So true. Wizards have to dilute their sweets with horrid things... take Cockroaches Clusters, for one. I'm sorry, but I'll never accept insects as a valid ingredient in desserts. A terrible failing on the side of the French.