“And you’re still friends. That’s…sweet. Adorable.”

Ava had this strange habit of putting on a little kid’s voice that puzzled ffleurbert. It was sweet and kind of silly, and he liked it, but he didn’t understand it.

It must be a girl thing.

“Well, I don’t know about adorable,” He answered cheerfully. “But, you know…. Friends.” After all, there was her cousin and brother and all. Though just what the ‘and all’ consisted of, he didn’t know.

“Probably something we should know since we’re dating.”

“Probabaly.”

“I went to a local muggle school,”

Ffleurbert nodded. “St. Elmo’s was mostly Muggle. Well, everybody but me and Skrumph, actually!”

“With my brother and cousin. Theo and my aunt and uncle live just down the street from us.”

“Ah! So they are like … kind of old school friends, only family. And your aunty lived down the street?” Fascinating. Like Coronation Street on the Muggle telly, really.

“Where was this? Trewin is a Cornish name, but you don’t sound Cornish. More Irish, don’tcher know? (Which is delightful, I may say.) My nearest aunt lives in… Well, London, I suppose. Though there’s also Uncle Charles in Arundel. He’s a bachelor. The Mater’s youngest brother and as bent as a paperclip.” He smiled happily. Ffleurbert liked Uncle Charles as much as he liked any of his family. “I have erm… three cousins? I think?” he shrugged. “Hardly ever see ‘em. So.. I suppose as far as close friends go, there’s Skrumpkin and Millie… and well. You, really.” And with that ffleurbert kissed her.

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