"Oh thank God." She said it under her breath, though Francis probably could have heard it. "I was wondering what on earth we could serve a ... a wolf-boy for Sunday dinner. The menu would begin and end with steak tartare." She rummaged for a Lucky Strike and placed it in Francis's open palm without missing a beat, intoning a quick Incendio and holding up her wand so he could light the cigarette from the flicker of flame at the wand's tip. "You don't suppose he had to punch you to cover up not knowing anything about jellyfish, do you?" she mused.
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Date: 2007-09-11 01:49 am (UTC)