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This might look very familar to a few people on here. This is something I wrote for The Last Heir that I decided to put on here for people to read while I try to get everything together for the chapter. Warning: If you haven't read The Last Heir, you probably won't know what's going on.
"Janie, all I'm asking for is five minutes," Hermione said.
"I know, Mum," Janie replied.
"Just while I go back to the office-"
"We'll be fine," Janie assured.
"You can't turn your back for one minute on him," Hermione continued. "That goes for the both of you," she added, pointing between Janie and Scott. "Last time someone turned their back for a minute, he pulled Matchbox's tail and he got scratched across the face."
Janie perked up, "Who was it?"
"I'm not telling," Hermione replied.
"Mum, we're fine though," Janie said. "Trust me. We won't let Trenton out of our sight."
Hermione smiled. "Alright. I will be back. If there's any problem at all, feel free to interrupt your father's detention. He's the only one so far all year to give a detention on a Saturday morning," Hermione said and left their quarters.
Janie sat on the couch next to Scott and started a conversation, while Trenton was busy tinkering with his toys on the floor in front of him. A few minutes later, Trenton walked up to Janie.
"Janie, can you fw'ix this fow me?" Trenton asked, holding up a toy to his older sister. "P'ease?"
"Of course," Janie replied and took the offered toy. With a few seconds, she fixed the object and handed it back to her brother.
"T'ank you," he said happily, and bounced away with his toy.
"You're welcome," Janie smiled.
"He knows his manners already?" Scott asked.
"Yeah," Janie answered. "My parents were dead set on making sure he learned them early."
Another minute went by when Trenton grew bored of his toys. Instead, he shifted his attention to watching Janie and Scott talk. Even though he didn't know everything that they were saying and he had no idea what in the world a Plumpton Pass was, the two's expressions were funny. It wasn't until Janie hauled off and smacked Scott did Trenton jump up.
"Janie!" Trenton exclaimed.
Janie's eyes widened as she realized what she had done. Oh crap.
"Janie, you hit 'em!" Trenton said.
"Umm…no I didn't!"
"Yes you did!"
"No, I patted him on the arm. See?" Janie asked, patting Scott on the arm.
Trenton's eyes widened, "No! You hit him! I saw. Mum said no hitting."
"You're stuck now," Scott whispered in Janie's ear.
"You see, Trenton," Janie began. "Mum said no hitting people older than you."
Trenton looked mad, "Daddy-"
"Said no kicking people," Janie replied.
"Is Scott owl'da dan you?" Trenton asked.
"Nope," Janie replied.
"G'wandpa Al'bwus is owl'da, you can't hit him."
"Why would I hit him?" Janie asked.
"'Cause I did an' I got in twu'ble," Trenton mumbled.
"You hit Dumbledore?" Scott asked and started to laugh.
Trenton nodded.
"Janie, I love your brother," Scott said.