Her son looked, to put it mildly, an utter wreck of a person and Harriet wrinkled her nose at the distinctly unwashed aroma that she had not missed in the years since Fitz had moved out of the family home. Felix was far more fastidious in his habits and she flattered herself that it was her continued influence that had made the difference.

“You invited me for breakfast, don’t you remember?” She lied seamlessly, testing his memory of the previous evening so as to assess whether his mind was as dishevelled as the rest of him. “Between rounds of mini-Quidditch or whatever you boys called it.”

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Lady is magnificent and so is this set <3