Arthur--that's not--brawling in the street, Arthur, what kind of a lesson is that?!
*She's just sputtering, now, in her rage, as Ron giggles and squirms and the older boys stare at their father in naked admiration. But her anger isn't going anywhere, so she takes it in her wand hand and mends his shattered glasses--which fly onto his face a little too hard; she then mutters Episkey at his broken and bleeding nose, which mends itself, a little too abruptly.*
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Date: 2011-03-15 05:00 pm (UTC)*She's just sputtering, now, in her rage, as Ron giggles and squirms and the older boys stare at their father in naked admiration. But her anger isn't going anywhere, so she takes it in her wand hand and mends his shattered glasses--which fly onto his face a little too hard; she then mutters Episkey at his broken and bleeding nose, which mends itself, a little too abruptly.*