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“you think so? i don’t know why, but i simply cannot picture victoria or dad showing your suitors any of your baby pictures. not to mention i have a good stash myself, including some incredibly hilarious pictures from grade school. you sure those wouldn’t be embarrassing? because you definitely had a look.” although emma hadn’t changed much, which was something the older brother truly appreciated. there was something almost nostalgic about his sister’s personality: it was warmth, it was his old bedroom, it was the park near dad and her mum’s house. emma reminded him of good times. one of the many reasons harry simply had the urge to protect her.
“can’t blame me for asking — or rather, warning you. but it’s good to know you’re smarter than you look,” he teased, scrunching his nose back at her, in a completely different manner, though.Â
hearing her speak about her mother made harry want to roll his eyes, but he didn’t. he simply sighed and shook his head — something their father did often. he guessed having the old man around sparked up all the mannerisms harry’d caught from him throughout the years. “well i’m glad you liked the doughnut wall. if it weren’t for you, we’d have a tonne of stale ones hiding under the rug,” he teased again, but in a more reassuring way. “you think? that’s… sweet, actually. never thought i’d say that — no offense.” a pause to raise his hand, to emphasize his words. “he was? good ole’ lars, yeah? he’s a punk. he did seem happy though, from what i saw. penny keeps asking me about her grandad now, and i don’t have the heart to tell her the truth. but i should tell dad, i’m sure he’d love to hear he’s missed on this side of the pond.”
“You mean a frazzled and concerned look?” She snorted, “with my hair going every which way? As opposed to now, of course.” It was easy to joke about these things because they’d never really bothered her as a child either. She was always a bit messier, a bit less put together than her mother would’ve preferred but Emma thought she’d turned out alright despite it all.Â
Making a face, she finished her drink and sat up from the beach chair she’d been lounging on, “if I ever make eyes at Elliot bloody Windsor, you have my full permission to knock sense into me.” She crinkled her nose at the very thought, “what an arsehole. Really. What a completely dick.” And though she knew Cece had likely forgiven her brother his interruption of her wedding, Emma certainly had not.Â
“I’m happy to do my part, as ever. And he was. I swear, I did a double take. Not everyday you see the old man getting misty-eyed,” she joked good-naturedly. “I’m going back for his birthday next month. Mum wants to throw him a birthday party and you know how those go.” Always a big affair, nothing small for Victoria’s husband. "I know you’re already heading to London for a short trip at the beginning of the month,” May was only a week away, “but I don’t know if you’d consider trying to make it for that.”









