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@prioriincantatem​ ( ginny ) gets this terrible niece!

“Auntie Ginny!” Pru waves and beams like it isn’t early for a Sunday morning, trainers squeaking against the wet grass as she bounces her heels. She’s always been excitable on the days she can drag her aunt out to practice with her, especially since she finished at Hogwarts and started training seriously, but this is more than that. “G’morning! You want tea or coffee? I got both.”

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@cybersquib​​’s ravenclaw bab is just as bad as charlie’s

“Oh, definitely eaten. By something really rare and dangerous, like a basilisk. Then you at least get to see it close up before you go. How many people can say that?”

“Teeth-first into a once-in-a-lifetime view!” Pru crowed, leaning back and pulling her feet up under her.  ( The dorm sofa was soft enough that the ankle she’d wrecked during the weekend’s quidditch match almost didn’t twinge. ) “Love it.”

“You know they ’ve barbs down their jaw and part of their throat, to drag food down closer to their stomach? Since they can’t really swallow like we do, and so much ’f their diet’s petrified— That would be a helluva sight.”

She clicked her tongue. “Guess the real trick would be not looking it in the eyes before it snapped you up.”

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@lcvedriven ( sirius ) gets to babysit!

Midge glances back over at Pru, where the little one is playing happily with a set of enchanted blocks— every time Pru finishes a stack, the blocks topple, and she giggles, and whenever the blocks make a stack, Pru knocks them down and they cry out, making her giggle hysterically.

She’s as unbothered as a toddler can be, settled into Sirius’ place for the afternoon with a hundred questions but no concerns. Her big sister is almost jealous.

“So...” Midge fiddles with the ends of her sleeves, not quite looking at Sirius. She knows him from Hogwarts, but only distantly. She’s always avoided the Hospital Wing, at least since... since the Carrows left. “Charlie said you helped a lot. With— with the paperwork to get us.... so that we could stay with him.”

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@iselwyn gets to see a kiddo!

“Your name is my sister’s name too, y’know,” announced a little voice, appropos of nothing.

The Magizoological Society’s exhibit of aquatic beasts wasn’t due to open for another month, so while the enclosures were still all vacant, a number of the staff had taken to letting their children visit and watch the process of setting up. Pru Perkiss was the youngest of these, a cherubic little face with unruly curls and a thousand questions about everything who Charlie Weasley brought in on the days he couldn’t borrow his mum to watch her.

She sat cross-legged on the floor next to the huge tank Imogen had been hired to reinforce for the baby sea serpent that would be arriving next week, carefully avoiding touching the older witch’s notes but eyeing them curiously. “How d’you write wards like that?”

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@iselwyn from here

Pru looked back up at Imogen, eyes wide and unwavering, mouth pursed in intense childish thought. This was an adult who didn't have to deal with children very often, she figured. Sometimes grown-ups had to learn how to talk to people her age.

"Uh-huh," she nodded absently. No offense to Charlie, but that's not interesting. Who else would she be here with? Midge isn't old enough to take her places.

"Does the pressure mean the fish hit harder? Or is the glass already..." She thought for a moment, face screwing up. "...adjusted to it?"

She'd like to see fish spit acid, she thought. It sounded like exactly the sort of thing her family was always trying to keep her away from.

"How do you test it?"

She scuffed her foot against the floor, crossing her legs to pick at something sticky on the sole. Adults were always so worried about being lost, but being lost usually really meant finding something cool.

"Noooo."

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@cybersquib shouldn’t allow sleepovers

“Am I finally getting an explanation as to why I smell smoke? And… blueberries, for some reason?”

“I don’t smell smoke.” A terrible lie, and Prudence obviously knew so, but she said it with a surprisingly straight face. No answer for the blueberries. Still blocking the door.

“Just meant to tell you, errr, my sister might be over in a bit. She’s...” ( absolutely not coming to put out a fire ) “...bringing me pyjamas. I forgot them.”