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'Happy Birthday' is now officially Kevin's favourite song. He's led a veritable chorus of the younger children in singing it at dinner for the last few nights, and has drawn a dozen pictures of the party which I've promised to send along to Bea at his request. You can tell which one she is because he took a great deal of care colouring in her hair.
In other words, the party was by all accounts a rousing success.
Has Grimmauld recovered yet?
In other words, the party was by all accounts a rousing success.
Has Grimmauld recovered yet?
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Date: 2014-06-01 10:47 pm (UTC)Mrs Black may have overdone herself. We haven't heard more than a bit of rumbling from her since. Mind you, it still smells a bit singed around her curtains. Who knew she'd blow smoke if she got really properly upset about something? (Who knew we hadn't seen her really properly upset!?) They weren't upset by her, were they? It was a bit of luck Honour decided it was funny--that one's got an infectious laugh, though, doesn't she?
Bea's still a bit full of herself after being the centre of so much attention. The birthday tiara mightn't have been my best idea ever. We told her she has to wait until next year to wear it again, and she was not best pleased about that!
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Date: 2014-06-02 03:38 am (UTC)And I don't think they were, no. Every now and then one of them will do an impression, but it's mostly garbled nonsense (thank goodness) and everyone seems to take it as a joke. (Sara does the best one. She shakes her finger and rolls her eyes, and manages to look quite mad.)
Hector is still pouting about not getting to keep the dragon, by the way.
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Date: 2014-06-02 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-02 04:15 am (UTC)She was very sure about that part. Three.
Who knows!
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Date: 2014-06-02 04:30 am (UTC)Oh, And I'm sorry about the dragon. Maybe that should have been one of the things we put away, but the truth is (and don't tell her Uncle Charlie this), when she first opened it, Bea took a queer dislike to that dragon. Wouldn't have any part of it.
Until Hector got hold of it. And then you saw: it was her very most special thing and she couldn't think of giving it to anyone else ever. Not even to share it another minute.
I thought they stopped saying Noooooooo when they got to be three. Was that another myth put about by the Ministry to trick people into having more sprogs?
Oi. Anywiz, that's why the tiara had to go in its box until next year: by the end of the day, we'd all had enough of Princess Albia thinking herself Queen Bea!