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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 17:01:18 GMT
"She's not even mine and I already fuck up with her," I mutter, looking around.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 17:02:08 GMT
"You haven't fucked up with her..." I say, getting up and checking in another room.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 17:10:30 GMT
"Basically did." I mutter."Oh god Remus is never going to forgive me for this one."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 17:11:13 GMT
"Maybe we just won't tell him?" I suggest, going back into the other room.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 17:20:19 GMT
"I think he'll put two and two together when he comes to pick his daughter up and she's not here."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 17:23:28 GMT
"So we find her quickly then."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 17:33:20 GMT
"Where would a baby be?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 17:37:42 GMT
"Anywhere she can get to?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 17:50:20 GMT
"Oh god, she's doomed."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 17:51:41 GMT
"Not if we shut up and find her," I say, looking in another room, then pausing and turning around, "Can babies open doors?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 18:06:06 GMT
"She can't even talk yet so I doubt she'll be able to open a door..."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 18:08:44 GMT
"Well, see, there's hope then."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 18:13:23 GMT
"Yeah," I mutter, then turn quickly as I hear a thud coming from the kitchen,"Oh god.."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 18:15:29 GMT
"Hmm...that can't be good..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 18:33:32 GMT
I head back down the hall, Chloe on the floor, my bag in front of her.
"She was looking through my book bag." I laugh, picking her up.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 18:38:05 GMT
"What do you have in there? Bricks?" I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 18:41:39 GMT
"No, all my books. Hence 'bookbag'." I tease, hoisting Chloe higher in my arms,"Gave me a scare there baby girl, your daddy would have my head if anything happened to you."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 18:46:46 GMT
"Thanks for that," I laugh slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 18:53:45 GMT
She laughs, reaching for one of my books,"Oh god, you really are your daddy's little girl, already a bookworm."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 18:57:31 GMT
I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 19:02:48 GMT
"Give me that." I laugh taking the book from her,"There is no way any goddaughter of mine will be a bookworm."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 19:04:52 GMT
"Aw, that's harsh. Let her be a bookworm if she wants to be." I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 19:17:17 GMT
I sigh giving her back the book,"Finnne. But no son or daughter of mine will be a bookworm."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 19:20:20 GMT
"I don't think the chances of that are high considering we're it's parents."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 19:37:15 GMT
"True, and taking in our short attention spans."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 19:40:19 GMT
"No hope."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 20:03:29 GMT
"It will grow up to love Quidditch though." I grin.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 20:12:25 GMT
"Not if I have anything to say about it." I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 16, 2007 20:13:32 GMT
"Oh no you will not. You are not coruppting my son or daughter to a life without Quidditch."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 20:16:43 GMT
"We'll just see about that..."
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