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Ursula exhaled heavily and lowered her copy of Witch Weekly snappishly. What was he doing here? The child had the unfortunate effect of immediately souring Ursula's mood merely upon appearing in her line of sight. It actually nauseated her to look at him. How Phineas hadn't noticed how his namesake looked remarkably like the late Darcy Potter, she didn't know. She was grateful for it, but Merlin's beard the resemblance had only worsened as the boy aged. She'd earnestly hoped for some freak accident or incurable disease to blight the child before he got her found out. Phineas knew she'd been unfaithful in the past, but as far as he knew all of their children were his. Belvina at least had the good sense to look like her, unlike this ungrateful whelp.

Phineas. His name always set her teeth on edge, even though she'd been the one to choose it. She could've referred to him by Algernon, but she felt like calling him Phineas would help disguise him where his appearance failed to do so. Perhaps Phineas calling his namesake by his own name would maintain his ignorance more effectively. Still, it was hard for her to use the name of her husband whilst locking eyes with a young Darcy Potter.

She was determined to say nothing more, she'd wait for him to scurry off and leave her in peace or else declare his intent and then be sent scurrying off. It wasn't easy staring him down expectantly, however. A part of her was convinced that every second she spent looking at or thinking about this boy increased the risk of her finding a gray hair later.

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He didn't explain himself, the precocious little brat, he just marched right in to the room. From the corners of her eyes (she was hardly going to turn her head and let him know she was interested in his movements) she watched him pick up a book. Assuming he'd turn right back around again, she was in the millisecond of movement in redirecting her eyes back to the publication in her lap when she realized he wasn't moving as expected.

The boy was sitting down. Ursula felt a rush of fury so sudden and violent that she felt the heat of it in her face. She tore her eyes away and turned her face a few degrees in the opposite direction from him just to make sure he didn't think she could possibly be looking at him. The little fiend. Why the hell hadn't she smothered him in infancy? Generally, Ursula didn't have the stomach for getting her own hands dirty like that but he might just be the exception. Merlin, she hoped some horrific accident befell him at school.

Why are you loitering, Phineas? She pronounced each word with great care and deliberation, as though they were delicate glass ornaments she was setting down in a display cabinet.

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The audacity! Of all the children she'd conceived, he was undoubtedly the worst of them, worse even than the bastard that had preceded him or Cygnus who had wrecked her body and almost taken her life. You have other places in which you can read, do you not? The tension in her jaw could be heard in her voice. Needless to say, the question was rhetorical.

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