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Penny (clearlypenny) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

A small giggle escaped the older witch at the ‘play-pretend’, reaching over and smoothing her hand over the curtain of hair that was so very different from her own. “From Beauxbatons really?” Curious now as she reached over and set the charm underneath a mini ‘cauldron’ of child-friendly punch to cackle and spit into life.
“How on earth did you manage to carry your dad all the way over here? Winged horses must be very strong.”

It was easy to be this settled, to find comfort in the everyday with people she had genuinely come to care about. “There’s nothing wrong with an active imagination, is there Luce? Nothing wrong with it which is why I went for a costume that ah… Sorry. I don’t have a dad to make dressing up as fun as you do.” A sheepish look crossed her face as she admitted she hadn’t put any effort into a costume, her look only became more exacerbated as she spotted Percy’s look. Trust him to find this amusing.

“I did make toffee apples though, if horses can eat those or even red-headed French wizards.”