.

Then, as father would say, we curse him all to hell. With our words, at least.

“That’s my girl.”

“It’s not exactly a style you would expect to see in Witch Weekly. Someone should let her know.” 

“I was talking about that thing on your face.”

“Make is a very strong word for someone with complete self authority and autonomy.”

“But you’re right, I couldn’t let you miss it.”

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“PARTY AT MY PLACE IN AN HOUR. IF YOU NEED DIRECTIONS— ask the bartender.”

“You’re insane.”

I’m lying, mum. I’ve learned from those mistakes.

I like the mystery of not knowing yet.

“What if he has a mole on his lip?”

Of the important parts.

“Oh, hun --”

And if he’s not, I’m cursing him into obliteration. Maybe.

“Did you not get pictures first?”

Will you be a doll and scoot if they’re hot?

His name may be George, but he swears he has a six pack. I met him through Wizards Meet.

“You don’t think so?”

“I can’t believe you’re making me go to this.”

“Fuck yeah, it is.”

“OI, LISTEN UP—”

“You’re right.”

”But that should be celebrated, yeah?”

“Alright. You can host them, then. Is your flat big enough?”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.”

“Look around, James. The people here are so different.”

“Guess you’re just a tough nut to crack.”

“Or perhaps I just don’t want all these -- people, in my house.”

“Then I don’t see what the problem is.”