"I'd much rather
you concentrated on doing new things," his sister said, "rather than fiddling
with spells that are nearly as old as time itself. Less chance of something semi-sentient
deciding to punish you. The really old spells have a life of their own. They don't
like being tweaked." She reached out with her unerring sisterly sense, caught
the sides of his face in her hands, and bent down to kiss his forehead. "Please
wash up and come to breakfast visible." As she got to her feet, she made a
face. "Bleah. Gunpowder. It tastes even worse than it smells."
"Well, you've learned
something new before breakfast, just like me." Harry grinned when Hera-Jane
strolled out of the laboratory, muffling giggles that sounded like nightingales.
The communications sphere
shimmered into being while Harry relaxed in the hot tub -- another wonderful invention
of Humans. Fortunately for him, and whoever might be calling at this time of the
morning, the sphere remained opaque.
"I gave at the office,"
Harry said.
Alexi's rich, rolling
laughter made him grin. Nothing like a call from his favorite rebellious cousin
to take a morning from interesting and frustrating to fun.
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