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Fynley was also in the unfortunate position of being big brother to a much younger sister who was the golden child of the family. Somehow fifteen year old Fynn became responsible for the actions of eight year old Peyton who no matter what she did, resembled a cherub with her curly hair and angelic features and therefore got away with everything. This meant that the lad was completely empathetic to the plight of bin boy, even if the stench that was coming from him was a little unbearable. “Why is it that we have to do everything for our little sisters when nothing is ever our fault?” It wasn’t like Fynn decided that he wanted a sister, it was his parents decision and therefore entirely their responsibility.
But that was a whole debate to be had and today didn’t seem like the occasion even if he did want to get it off his chest.
“I’d offer to help but I don’t want to stink” he chuckled. He was actively trying to impress his future schoolmates not scare them away. He leaned against the front display of Weasley’s, watching the other guy shove his hand back in waiting for him to come across something gross that was inevitably lurking in its depths.
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