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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 4:53:18 GMT
"It's going pretty good. How are you holding up as being the Headmistress?"
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Post by Mairwen Elisabeth Turner on Nov 22, 2006 16:44:53 GMT
Mari watched as her Aunt sat next to her Mother, “Hey, Aunt Paige.”
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Post by Morrigan Halliwell Wyatt on Nov 22, 2006 19:08:06 GMT
"Hey" I greeted my other Aunt
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 20:34:01 GMT
I walked up behind her and tossled her hair "what's up Aunt Paige?"
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Post by Mairwen Elisabeth Turner on Nov 23, 2006 0:23:52 GMT
Mari laughed as Wyatt messed with their Aunt's hair. She was slowly starting to get use to all the people in the room and she was starting to get back to her normal self.
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Post by Warren Turner Black on Nov 28, 2006 7:35:28 GMT
I rushed into the Great Hall, Livvy on my hip. Her eyes were bright and wide. I grabbed some tea, chugged and gagged, "you call this tea?"
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Post by Morrigan Halliwell Wyatt on Nov 29, 2006 1:56:13 GMT
I rose one eyebrow " It's British what more can you ask" My liking for tea still not kicking in coffee was my "cup of tea"
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 29, 2006 3:51:44 GMT
"The British couldn't make tea if someone smacked them in the face with a kettle. Only the Irish can make a proper pot of tea." I snapped my fingers and summoned a pot of steaming hot Irish tea.
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