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Airey truly wasn't sure what to bid on, though he could see Andromeda enjoying the paintings in particular. She was such a gifted child. A TRUE Flamsteed in that right and so curious. He had not yet decided what to do on his own "date" - figured he would sort all that out when he saw who it was to come up with something fitting - but the thought of them winning an opportunity to babysit his terrific trio was quite tempting.
His thoughts were ironic considering the question posed to him by Miss Cambridge.
"This is not my first time up for auction, Miss Cambridge," he mussed as he turned from the tables to look at her. "Or have you forgotten the fundraiser held at Hogwarts? You were...a second or third year, I believe." The years all blended together after a while. "Our Minister has never been anything but a man of his word, I would consider it quite like an ionic bond and you the Carbon to parchment's Oxygen. Best you can hope for is that no one bids on you...though then that would be a true shame for the fundraiser. A true Kobayashi Maru training exercise."
"I remember that. Second Year...yeah. That was the year we first had Mr. Vinteren." Bless that shady man who had an edge to him. Lex would've followed him around the world and back, then. She was his obvious favourite, obviously. And why wouldn't she been? She'd been a spectacular student and he'd taught her to make things explode.
Was there ever a better union?
Definitely better than whatever he had with Ivy Knox.
But Airey was right. Hollingberry meant what he said--
"You think I could make sure no one bid on me? Fix the boxes--not that I would." It wasn't a confession, nor was she sharing any intentions she now harboured. Noooo. Just...wishful thinking was all.
"it wouldn't be the worst if that happened. I can barely babysit her." She said, gesturing vaguely to the 8 year old who had thankfully stopped pointing out the miserable obvious.
Airey was on to something though.
It had taken much pointing and insisting before Emmerson realized she was well and truly being ignored. BUT HER MOTHER'S NAME WAS RIGHT THERE. Why was she the only one who seemed to care?
Emm turned her attention up to Uncle Airey with a wrinkle of her nose. "You're talking funny again." HOW was she meant to keep up with all his star references? Were they even stars? Was that what they were talking about? She know a lot about them now. A lot for someone of her age, in her less than humble opinion. "I found Draco and Cassiopeia by myself last night." And soooomeone had to be proud of her for it. In her mind, if anyone, the starman would.
"Are you for sale? Is that what that means?" She asked pointing to the list. "Is my mummy for sale, too??" Her eyes widened to the size of saucers at this revelation. She didn't want to lose her mother.