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          “To Phoebe! May her shop be busy, her customers loyal, and her ventures successful. We’re all very proud of you.”

"Articles of clothing my little sister                                    won't set on fire.                                            Well done, Phoebe!"

  Scorpius was waiting impatiently now,   his brows furrowing as his bright eyes   seemed to darken in annoyance.             “You’re starting not to make any                                sense.                                           Have you been hit with                                             some sort of curse?”

“No." His voice found strength again. "I haven't been. And I did not mean to be so rude to start off. I am sorry. I just get tunnel vision sometimes."

               “Excuse me?” Her voice was low –      dangerously   low.   “Would  you  care  to      repeat  yourself,   brother   dear?   Only  I      could have sworn I just heard you call me      a bitch.”

“You heard me."

“You mean to say Dad isn’t one of the kids?”

“Alright, you may actually have a point there."

“Very untrue. I’m not older than Dad.”

“You know what I meant. Oldest of the kids."

“I'm your older brother. I'm supposed to pick on you.”

“That's not fair, Gus. You're older than everyone."

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   ”She doesn’t have a side! There are no different sides  to this story.  There’s  only the side who  is wrong and the side that almost got set on fire, and I’m so telling Mum about this!”

     "That's a little dramatic, Herms. After all, you're the one who caused the whole scene to happen first off."

          “And why does everybody assume we’ve got so           many kids because we’re poor, or because we           made a mistake? Mia and I love children. We           planned each and every one of you – well, except           Phoebe, but she was just a happy two-for-one           combo deal.”

“So...why didn't I get that broom?"

“Hm? Oh. Well, then…  I suppose you could  ask me to move in a  more polite tone.” Giving a dismissive huff, Scorpius       looked up at him with a slight sneer       on his lips.

Gabe would curse his inability to socialize with strangers later. Right now he was too stunned about being labeled 'rude'. This was not a title he wanted getting out. Phoebe did not need any help blemishing the family name for Merlin's sake.

               “And as much as it would make my life a hell of      a lot  easier,  we’re not getting rid  of  Phoebe.  Firstly,      she’s my daughter and I  have  to love her.  Secondly,      you   know  she  would  hunt  us  down  and  get   her      revenge.”

Gabe had honestly thought they were poor. Not like cousin Weasley poor but struggling a bit kind of poor. How else would one explain why things always seemed to be broken here or there? Also he had really wanted that broom. "Then how do you explain why you had so many kids? I thought you and mom were bored or couldn't buy birth control elixirs or something."

     “Making me another sandwich, Gabe? I’m touched –      you must see how hungry I am.”

        “Come off it, Phoebe.     I haven't eaten all day.     Can you not be a bitch     for once?" All this confidence was, no doubt, coming from his lion's pride. It was going to get him killed someday.

     To emphasize her point, she takes a large      bite  of the sandwich,  making  noises  of      extreme satisfaction.

Gabe watched her take a bite out of his sandwhich. Just watched. It was not like he could do anything about it without getting in trouble. Gabe was no snitch anyway.          “Whatever." He turned away to make another hoping his new found indifference would bother her.

     “You are totally right, Elena." Even though he seemed to be overly cooperative he was not budging from his broom.      "I mean, if I don't practice,      how am I going to be a famous      Quidditch player some day?"