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"Wh... wh... what happened?" Chris asked, coming to.
"You have the... you have the..." Kenzie said, not being able to bring herself to tell him about his new scar.
"I have what? Tell me, McKenzie Annelise Potter," he said. He only used her full name when he got extremely cross with her.
"A SCAR!" J.J. said straight out.
"Well, you didn't have to tell me that!" Chris said.
"AND IT'S RIGHT SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR FOREHEAD!" Kayla said.
"LIKE KENZIE'S!" J.J. finished.
"Hey! Quit it!" Kenzie said.
"Whatever," J.J. said.
"Don't you use that tone with me, Jefferey Jonathan Jacobson!" Kenzie said.
"Whoa."
"WHAT!"
"You... you..."
"I WHAT!"
"You sound like my mother," J.J. finished, his eyes so wide Kenzie thought they would split.
"Hey, hey, break it up!" Kayla said.
"Why?" Kenzie said.
"Because... I don't want anyone saying my middle name."
"Okay, then, McKayla Carmenita Weasley."
"Carmenita? You're not Spanish," Chris said.
"My godfather is," Kayla grumbled.
"It's better than yours, Christopher Patrick Paulsy," J.J. cut in.
"HEY!"
"Haha. Top it."
"I will."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Bring it, mama's boy. And might I bring up that yo mama's name was Mikel?"
"Stop! Hey, my grandparents liked it."
"STOP!" Harry bellowed, walking in. "We have a very sick child in the room."
"Oh yeah. Get some rest, Chris," Kenzie said, bending over and giving him a swift kiss as soon as her dad left.
"See ya."