❝ you know you must do what your father tells you to , orion . no matter how ridiculous . ❞ she muttered that last part to herself as she rolled her eyes , letting the brush run through her curls .
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Nodding, he sat next to her and tiredly rested his head against her arm. “Why do I have to clean the whole house, mummy? That’s what Kreacher is here for.”
her eyebrows raise slightly , impressed by the boy's ability to take whiskey at his age and not even spit it out .
with a sigh , she gently pats the empty space of the vanity's bench next to her . ❝ i'm assuming you finished your chores like your father ordered you to . ᐣ ❞
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“Can I stay while you brush your hair, mummy?” He really would find any excuse to spend time with her.
Nodding, he sat next to her and tiredly rested his head against her arm. “Why do I have to clean the whole house, mummy? That’s what Kreacher is here for.”
“Can I stay while you brush your hair, mummy?” He really would find any excuse to spend time with her.
she knows she shouldn't give a child alcohol , especially whiskey , but if it'll get him out of her hair . ᐣ sure , why not .
after taking the first sip herself , she hands the glass over to the boy with a faux smile .
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“Can I stay while you brush your hair, mummy?” He really would find any excuse to spend time with her.