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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 16, 2007 22:36:24 GMT
Peter smiled slightly. "If you say so."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 17, 2007 23:49:12 GMT
"I'm being serious," I mutter,"I'm not..I'm not mum material."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 18, 2007 23:50:12 GMT
Peter sighed. "Okay."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 19, 2007 1:33:42 GMT
"Wow, your really a talker," I mutter rolling my eyes.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 19, 2007 17:36:41 GMT
Peter laughed slightly. "I'm kinda a bit tired."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 19, 2007 20:33:14 GMT
"Yeah, well that's what you get for having five kids,"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 20, 2007 0:43:12 GMT
Peter laughed slightly. "Actually, I'm back down to almost three."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 20, 2007 1:06:27 GMT
"Still more then one," I point out,"Which is still more then I can handle,"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 21, 2007 17:14:39 GMT
Peter laughed. "Hire help!" he suggested.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 22, 2007 2:17:56 GMT
"Ha, ha funny." I grumble, shoving him slightly.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 22, 2007 21:22:48 GMT
Peter laughed slightly. "You know you love me!" he joked.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 22, 2007 22:16:35 GMT
"Get over yourself," I mutter, but can't stop the small smile tugging at my lips.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 23, 2007 11:51:57 GMT
Peter grinned and poked Maddie in the side lightly. "But it's so much fun being egotistical!"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 23, 2007 21:57:28 GMT
"Yeah, yeah."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 23, 2007 22:03:10 GMT
Peter looked at Maddie for a minute. "I think you need ice cream." he said. "Or chocolate. Or chocolate ice cream, if you want."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 23, 2007 22:04:13 GMT
"No, don't talk about food," I mutter, running a hand through my hair, sitting down on the couch.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 23, 2007 22:16:30 GMT
Peter laughed slightly. "Kay...why not?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 24, 2007 20:53:25 GMT
"Cos." I mutter.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 25, 2007 0:42:11 GMT
"Okay. Erm....shopping?" he asked hesitantly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 25, 2007 21:05:39 GMT
"Torture."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 25, 2007 21:14:51 GMT
Peter sighed in releif. "Okay then....anything?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 25, 2007 21:16:54 GMT
"Quidditch, I miss that,"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 25, 2007 21:23:54 GMT
Peter smiled slightly. "Wanna go flying? I'll see if I can't rustle up some quidditch players for ya..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 25, 2007 21:30:45 GMT
"Wish I could, but I don't have a broom."
And I can't fly anymore, can't fy when your pregnant.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 25, 2007 21:38:58 GMT
Peter frowned slightly. "That's too bad. What happened to it?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 25, 2007 21:43:02 GMT
"Burned up."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 25, 2007 21:53:59 GMT
Peter grimaced. "That bites. I..is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 25, 2007 21:54:35 GMT
"Buy me a new one?" I suggest.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Oct 25, 2007 22:02:54 GMT
Peter laughed. "Sure thing. Any particular preference, or...?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Oct 26, 2007 1:43:23 GMT
"I was kidding, you don't have to do that Wormtail."
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