fatespoken | ∞ [thirty-seven]

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∞ [thirty-seven]

Amazing. A pair of breasts and suddenly you're receiving double the tips. And that's all I have to say about this week.

But if I could have predicted being cursed, I would have pushed it. Money— I don't need the City's charity. Asking for something from home would translate into something horrific like dropping Rainer on my front door rather than my dog. I can't say I'm particularly homesick either. And it's not because because of negligible acquaintances.

Anyway, tomorrow's thanksgiving. I think? I can spot it somewhere between the 24th and the 27th, but I usually forget the exact date. Never used to celebrate it back home. But since it is Thanksgiving, we should all expect man-eating turkeys as part of tomorrow's curse. I hope they eat Caspian and Chase.

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[The teasing smirk on her face? Totally audible.]

You lot need a holiday to eat good food? What a shame.

When do you get to eat good food?

At school and at home, honestly. But I've told you about my Mum's cooking before, haven't I, Amory?

I remember, and I don't believe you because you're British.

I thought mothers were supposed to be brilliant at cooking no matter where they're from? Don't pull the British card with me.

Some mothers don't learn how to cook before they get knocked up. Especially if there's no one in the country who can teach them properly.

You can be a proper arse, you know that? What in Merlin's name did the English ever do to you?

How long did it take to arrive at that realization? Half a year?

And have you ever heard of Hong Kong?

Not too long, actually, but I figured it'd be a bit rude to hex you right away. Bit of an awful first impression, don't you think?

And whatever your issue with Hong Kong is, I'm sure it was Muggle - not Wizarding.

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