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Deezerz 
Beverly was in the middle of planning to write a letter to her cousin and demand he lend her his catapult. She knew of things existence and it could come in useful. That was, until that familiar accent reached her ears.
Cutty Mordaunt had entered her den.
"You're right," she said, swirling on her bum back toward the table, as she had been facing the other away. Picking up one of the beheaded gingerbread men, she broke it right in half, where it'd hurt the most if it could feel. Letting it fall back on the tray, she dusted her hands. Job well done.
"How's that? Or should I break the legs off, too?" Christmas and her just didn't mix. Could you tell?
Not that he was enjoying the decorations anymore than she was, but he recognized that he was usually in the minority when it came to being not-a-fan-of-Christmas. Thus, when he saw her uncharacteristic aggression toward the gingerbread man he assumed it was other things. But not Walker. Bev was too strong to let something a dude said to her bother her. He took a spoonful of Pixie Puffs, chewed and swallowed as he got out his wand. "
Don't stop there. Sky's the limit! Reducto." He spoke calmly reducing the gingerbread man down to what appeared to be sugar grains.
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Mehrlin, I hate Christmas." He said before taking another large spoonful of cereal to his mouth.