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Malachi listened to her and smiled a little. What is it about me and these bossy women? He asked himself. He knew that having her in his flat would hurt him, but Esme needed a female influence and perhaps Antigone could be it.
"I... sure, of course you can meet her. She's rude though, at times but I'm sure that you'll charm her." He closed his eyes. This was going to be difficult for him but if he got to spend more time with Antigone and Esme it would be worth it.
He stepped a little closer to her and dropped his voice. "Between you and me, she looks just like my sister. Over breakfast, before I'm properly awake, I sometimes forget and call her Kitty..." His eyes misted up just a little and he blinked, looking away. "Umm, yeah. I suppose that makes me Bad Dad of the year, eh?"
Malachi realised how close they were, he could smell her Chanel perfume. He stepped back. "Yeah... can you come on Thursday? We'll cook for you though, I insist. I'm taking her to the theatre on Friday. She wants to see something called Wicked. I think it's something to do with a muggle's idea of what a witch should be. She thinks that it will be funny." He smiled properly, remembering the look of unrestrained joy on Esme's face when he showed her the tickets.
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