Davy was still grateful that he'd missed the horridness of being married off to a pureblood. It wasn't that he hadn't heard his aunts discussing the idea in great detail, for they all had a clear idea that marrying off the two Gudgeon boys to good matches could help to cover the stigma that was attached to the family name. Fortunately the aunts had only partial sway over his father and though Galvin had been embroiled in the horrors of a betrothal, Davy had been bypassed.

"You're a clown?"

He grinned. "I've been accused of it; can't help that it's true."

Her next suggestion had him grinning all the more and he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, his eyes sparkling. "Really? You think you'd be able to do that? That would be marvelously fun! Give me a chance to really practice up some grand new ideas." He did enjoy kids brithday parties, but the idea of bringing smiles and laughter to the faces of sick kids was a temptingly pleasing idea.

"You know, I could even get you in on the act. Everyone has a bit of a clown buried deep inside. I'm sure I could draw it out."


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