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Originally Posted by Hermione_loves_Ron
Jamie nodded and pushed Admiral Michael out of his lap. The cat shook his fur in a disgruntled manner, casting a glare at his master. Well then. That was all fine and dandy for him. He could be a scrooge like that. Let the bears eat him!
"Alright," he said, bending over the side of the bed, half hanging off to dig through his bag. A moment later, after nearly falling off the bed, he pulled up, curls high and stacked in a tower, almost, with a handful of Muggle money. "We need money to eat and get drinks and all," he replied reasonably.
He slid off the bed, shaking his head as Admiral Michael had, and his careful stack of curls crumbled and fell back into his eyes and aginst his neck. Mummy had been nagging at him about a hair cut, but he flat out refused.
Bucky stepped away from the window unit and waited for Jamie by the door. The boy had certainly gotten taller. In fact, he was taller than her now. It seemed Bucky had grown all she was going to grow in her lifetime. Oh well, not everybody could be tall and lanky.
She blushed. Somehow, Jamie had gotten ahead of her. She should have thought about the money first. It was just the way things were. Now she felt daft and idiotic.
"Money, of course," she said her cheeks scarlet. "I knew that."
Even through her embarassment she noted how not only had Jamie grown in height but his hair was somehow growing too. It made sense. She always though his hair was independent from his body. It's very own beign.