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Genie de la Lune (wolfinboots) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Genie looked over at the man she'd only taken in peripheally up to this point. She grinned proudly, though she was too young to be the boy's mother despite perhaps the glint of one or two silver hairs amid the mass of curls. "Thank you," she told him genuinely. "He'll be eleven soon, and he's finally getting to fly one of the good brooms. He's a natural."

"He'll be thrilled to hear someone else besides us said he's good, though. I know he really wants to be on a team when he gets to Hogwarts, though we've all told him he won't get to play til his second year." Not everyone was Harry Potter, after all. "By then, he'll probably have a broom all to himself for school." They were already saving, along with saving for just about everything else they wanted. It was a process.

"Hi, I'm Genie," she said belatedly, sticking out her hand. "And I promise I'm not always rude."