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kayquilz Paul chuckled and shook his bag of bread crumbs. "I...am sorry. It's probably my fault. I'm feeding the birds! Old people are supposed to do that, right?" he asked. Maybe he felt older than he really was...like, 56...that was only like HALF his life right? Middle aged would probably be more accurate, but Paul felt his white hair aged him considerably.
"Wasn't your dad a Gryffindor, too?" he asked, thinking how...wow, it was so funny how houses ran in families a lot of times. Or how a great-great-great grandmother might be the only Hufflepuff for a line of Ravenclaws, and then BAM a child...comes along and is Hufflepuff! So interesting how genes worked and whatnot. "You like the castle, then? is it big enough for adventures?"
Alice giggled. "
It's okay. Not your fault he's a greedy Pete." She shrugged and watched as the bird slowly came back to her. "
You're not even old. But i don't know is that what they're supposed to do?" Mr. Paul was too fun to be old, so he didn't count as an old man.
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He was and my brother, Max" Three Gryffindors in the family so far. It would be interesting to see where Oliver and Valerie landed. She had an idea for Oliver. He was so soft and timid, he'd probably be a Hufflepuff. But Valerie was still a baby so who knew. "
it is! There's so much to see and explore!" She bounced a little and looked around at the garden on the roof. With Diaval back on her shoulders she thought this would be a good time for introductions. "
Mr. Paul this is Diaval. Diaval, this is Mr. Paul! He's a friend of Daddy's."