James opened the front door, ready to tell of some door-to-door salesman, as anyone he know would just apparate directly into the living room. He looked down to see a small boy in a helmet with a little sword. Confused, he looked up at the conductor. "Hello? Can I help you?"
James looked down at the boy. He didn't look familiar at all, but stranger things had happened than children showing up on his fron steps. "Mine?" He kneeled down so he was at the boy's level. "What's your name?"
A familiar voice called from the kitchen, "Who the hell is it, Jamesy?? Im eating the rest of your cake, by the by. You're growing a bit chunky around the prongs, you dont need it."
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The conductor smiled, "this one here says he's yours."
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