21. Langlock

"You're in my seat," stated Bradon, clearly not amused.

"So?" Olympia replied.

Their parents sat and watched, sipping from their juices before exchanging knowing looks with one another. Hugh moved to withdraw his wand from his pocket, letting it rest on the dining table as a warning.

"Sooooo... I want you out of my seat," he said defiantly.

"No."

"No?"

"It's my birthday, I can sit here if I want to," Olympia retorted, sticking her tongue out at her younger brother and wiggling and adjusting her position on her seat – if only to rub it in a little. "You snooze, you loose kid," she added, content with starting on her pancake stack.

"You're a nasty, stupid, ugly wiiit---".... Bradon stomped his foot and flailed, his hands grasping at his mouth as if he was trying to expel something, but failing.

"You don't call your sister names on her birthday, Bradon... have some manners will you?" came Hugh's command, placing his wand back on the table, not moving to unstick the boys tongue from the roof of his mouth just yet.

"Thanks daddy."