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“In case you haven't heard,                I'm no longer in the business of granting wishes.                You'll  have to sort  out  your problems  yourself,                like  everyone  else.  You are no longer  a child –                 it doesn't become you to act like one.”

          Azkaban had changed him, but even after almost two decades apart Fabian still recognised the ghost of Augustus Rookwood lurking behind the dead, devastated eyes. 

          To think that he had once called him a friend.

         “Gus,” Fabian said, voice low but intense. “Go back to your mother. Look after the others. I'll take this one alone.”

          He had slipped into the ‘stern father’ tone he so often employed with Phoebe, but rarely had to employ with his eldest son. Unfortunately, it also was even less effective with Gus than it was with his sister. The boy was stubborn – he got that from his mother – and if he realised who the approaching man was, there would be no sending him away.

          “I rather think the situation calls for champagne, don't you? After all, it's not every day our sister opens her own business.”

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               “All right. Hermia, why don't you start by      telling  us  what  happened? Phoebe,  you  can      give your side of the story when she's finished,      and we'll figure out how to set this right before      Mum and Dad get home.”