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Malachi listened to Frida’s explanation of her truth bending. He realised that it was through concern for her family’s feelings rather than anything else. He nodded. “That’s very considerate of you.” He grinned ruefully as she listed her excuses. “Miniature golf is a game they play with metal sticks and little balls. It’s... oddly entertaining.” He laughed out loud when she mentioned the model of the goat. Holding his hands up in an ‘I surrender’ gesture he said “I won’t ask. If you ever need any help with that though, I am a Magizoologist, I might be the man for the job.” He laughed even more, burning up some of his nervous energy.
When Frida raised her brows at him, Malachi matched her expression. “You in a towering temper?” He bit back the first remark that came to mind, one that the old Malachi would have had no problems in saying. Instead he grinned. “Okay... so long as you’re not aiming hexes at my head, you’ll always be welcome. How’s that for a caveat?”
Malachi was very relieved that the awkward moment between them was seemed to pass. He tried the doors to make sure that they were indeed locked. “Good, right. Two kits ignoring each other upstairs, two owls roosting in Esme’s room, she’ll be thrilled, Casper in here and Lemuel off on a jaunt. That’s everyone accounted for.” He nodded as she spoke, watching her stroke the whippet. “Casper is a very obedient, he’s the least trouble out of the whole Cavanaugh tribe.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a very lively place, there’s always something happening.” When she said she was ready he grinned and led the way out of the flat, taking out his key to lock the door the muggle way.
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