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meganelizabeth 
Christopher sat up, listening intently to the agitated ginger. She was incredibly right. She usually was. He made a mental note to listen to her more often. He wanted to protest, because as an awkward bookworm he tended to worry a lot, but thought better of it. There really was no point in arguing with Selina. You'd never win. Ever. So he nodded instead, giving himself a little pep talk in his brain. Stop worrying. Wear flying pants. Got it.
"You're right. Okay. They'll like me," he mused, trying to calm down his nerves. Speaking of which... "When are they getting here, anyway? Violet and Elektra, I mean."
Selina wanted to smack him. Sometimes this boy was so bipolar. One moment he was beside himself with worry and the next he was chipper and happy and taking her advice. Then again he was taking her advice and trying to be positive, smacking him at this moment was most likely not wise.
"They'll be here tomorrow. We have dinner and getting you unpacked and if you're up to it I can beat your little butt in Quidditch after dinner. But they will be here tomorrow for a visit."