It occurred to Arthur that he probably should have actually asked someone for help on this. Except his mother was not a huge fan of this little scheme of his, none of his friends were remotely qualified, and he had no father.

(If he did have a father - well, he probably wouldn't have been asking her to court him, then. He'd probably be married to some dainty rich pureblooded girl, and very, very, bored.)

Art pushed a hand through his hair. "I talked to your mother," he said, as if that cleared anything up. His cheeks flushed a faint pink and he mentally shoved that off as being the fault of the wind.

"I have something to ask you."

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