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"Really?" Natalie brightened, looking up to George with a brightness her eyes that disturbed him. It reminded him of Fred and Ginny, and that shook him up. One more reminder that this was real and he was a dad.
"Maybe," George said, his own eyes wide at the floodgate that could be unleashed at his kid having bright orange hair. George looked to Emma. "If I need her to have aqua hair, I can do that myself yeah. Don't encourage her," he teased. He did keep a small bag of candies on him at all times—never knew when he'd need them—and he was sure there were a couple of Coiff Chews and Peeper Poppers in there.
"And sure I did." George had gotten Emma a monogrammed flask to match her hair. She could change the color, too. He was personally of the thought that everyone needed a flask. "I'm a giver," he said with a smile, which was true.
Natalie smiled at being consulted about breakfast. "I'm having blueberry muffins. And blueberries." She looked up at George and pursed her lips for a moment before deciding on what to call him. Ms. Henry suggested she call him Dad, but she'd heard other kids call their dads Daddy. "Dad or Daddy?" she asked, serious consideration marked on her face.