"Oh." Camilla's smile grew and brightened. He really could be terribly sweet. "Well, that's all right then." And then she did what she often tended to do -- carried on, oblivious, with her own train of thought. "Dinner might be a little odd tonight. I met the oddest little person today who was complaining about the house-elves' cooking, and it sounds like he's been scolding them. You wouldn't believe it, really -- he's green and about this tall," a flat palm slicing the air just about the level of Henry's grubby trouser-knees, "and he says if we all ate twigs we could live nine hundred years."
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Date: 2007-09-17 03:33 am (UTC)