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Zoerawrr 
"M'always good," Jake mumbled to himself, staring jealously over at Vindictus as HE was offered some tea. Unable to sit still, Jake shifted around in his chair, seemingly trying to get comfortable and failing. The boy tapped his hands on his knees and swung his feet. "Not fffffair," he murmured.
PFFT. Jake didn't care.
He didn't even LIKE tea.
Kazimeriz made a point of ignoring the boy and his fidgety ways. He kept his attention on Max and his other guests.
Upstead would learn.
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demented_death_eater Max almost choked on his scone. "Nana?" he swallowed hard. Odd question considering his great-grandmother had been famous at one time thanks to an expertly mixed single that leapt to the top of the Muggle charts for one week ages ago. "She's fine, I guess. Still trying to get her voice back after singing at a charity event last month." Should I mention that her voice shattered a collection of delicate antique vases?
Kazimeriz chuckled at that. Voice BACK, indeed. WHAT voice? The woman was tone deaf, in his estimation, but quite beautiful back in the day... the day being many, many, MANY years ago.
"Ah yes... The dulcet tones of Kajsa Henriksson. Quite... unforgettable. I knew her well." he smiled a little in memory, then raised an eyebrow.
"And your great-grandfather?" he asked with just a little TOO much curiosity.