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The one you’re having, obviously.

I’ll take a drink.

Which kind? They have this nasty shit or that nasty shit. 

He couldn’t help but glance at his mother nervously, “you’re going to be nice, right?” an eye-roll and what sounded like exasperation was all he got, “mum–” 

Hi. 

He couldn’t fight the smile that stretched his lips as his amusement took over, regardless of the shiny substance scattering the air, “neat trick” he mumbled, peering down at the residue that stretched the length of his index finger, he couldn’t help but swipe it along her cheek, “I’ve missed you–”  

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well. 

Why dab only half of it? 

The other half is plastic.

Thank Merlin for that. I wouldn’t know what to do with exploded boob. 

Dab half of it with a towel and recycle the plastic. 

“Do I want to see what happens when you let go?” 

I wouldn’t.

His eyes widened in complete and utter fascination as he let her go to watch, “how did you– that’s wicked” he mumbled, his smile widening, “you’ve got to teach me that–”

Wanna see what happens when I let it go? 

Next time I’m going to tell you your boobs will explode. 

They won’t, they’re real.

“The Kenmare Kestrels. Thought that one’d be obvious.”

Sorry, honey, nothing Quidditch is obvious to me.

“Just coming over, or I was going to head over to yours – just wanted your company–” 

Good. Watch this. 

That’s not even how it works, goose. Thanks. Complaints and all. 

“I’m taking that as a yes–” taking her hand and tugging her inside, “you have great timing – I was just going to owl you–”

About?

“I’m playin’ professional Quidditch. Livin’ the dream.”

For who?

I’d thought about it.