"As you wish," he mutters, poking her again in the ribs as the doorbell rings, heralding the arrival of their food - though he knows that she has known the boy was in the hallway since he stepped in, likely, with all the wards in place that she has so kindly 'decorated' the place in.
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Date: 2012-11-08 05:36 am (UTC)"Go, cuddly one."