Judgement day

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Fin gave a snarky smile. "And you could think of me while you shag your trashy blonde bimbo of a wife," he added. He'd had enough. His day had been going great apart from the nagging thought in the back of his head that his best mate had been matched. He'd been handling it fine, trying to view it as something positive and happy. Now he was just fed up and ready to murder a blonde healer. He transformed back into a squirrel and scurried up Tristan's leg, along his arm and settled on his shoulder. He couldn't say any of the hurtful things that he wanted to now, which was for the best, but he did chatter down Trist's ear loudly. Trist might not be able to understand him, but the pissed off emotion was there.

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"You know what you're getting yourself into! You should just go to Azkaban instead, anything would be better than shacking up with some bimbo badger!" Fin was going on and on, chattering away angrily down Tristan's ear, and when Trist tried to offer patronising comfort, Fin only turned around and bashed him in the face with his bushy tail. Blondes were bad news. They all thought they were better than everyone else, that they could do whatever they wanted and there'd be no consequences. That they could string you along and then shit all over you with some pizza faced bastard in a filthy castle toilet! And Hufflepuffs were not much better, they were absolute babies. Greedy, messy babies. The only way this match could have possibly been any worse was if this Isabel woman was a bloody muggle. Fin shouted as much at Trist, his little squirrel paws animated and scrappy.

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He could have gone on all day, but his tiny stomach grumbled, and he didn't fancy looking for acorns in the trees with the mood he was in. He'd only throw them at Tristan's head. Finishing up his rant, Fin jumped down from Trist's shoulder, transforming on the way, pristine trainers landing on the perfectly manicured grass. "And that is what I think of that!" He'd said everything he wanted to say, everything that he thought Trist needed to hear, and he was fully done with his rant. Completely done. Fin folded his arms across his chest and glanced over his shoulder at the kids inside the house. "What food did you bring? I'm starving." He'd thought it was donuts and if he was right, the kids would have demolished them all by now, which meant he wouldn't get a sniff.

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Fin scrunched his face up in distaste. If Evander had eaten three doughnuts, then firstly, he better not have made a mess of himself, and second, he was going to be hyper all day. "Got any knockout potions I can give him for bed later?" he asked. Trist could whip up anything without much effort, a kid friendly sleepy draught would be easy enough. Jovi might kill him for wanting to knock the kids out though. She could put them to bed tonight, then. Especially if Evander started throwing up. "What a day." Fin was stressing himself out over nothing, but he was still stressed. And hungry.

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"You are a terrible friend. Those eyes and that smirk help you get away with too much, but they don't work on me. I see through you. You're the devil." If anyone of them was the devil, it was Fin. Tristan was practically a saint compared, but Fin could be convincing when he wanted to be, or so he thought. He sighed when Trist asked if he could play out tonight. Jovi might not go for it if the kids were hyper. He supposed he could sweet talk her, shower her with kisses and gifts. "Just wait until you're asking your psycho blonde wife if you can play out. I'm gonna laugh until I die." And it would happen. This Isabel wench would get her hooks into Trist and Fin would hardly ever see him again. He headed into the house calling for Jovi, dodging around the kids who were covered in crumbs and chocolate and sugary sticky stuff that made Fin pull a face. They were like little grubby germ gnomes.

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Sat in front of an ornate white and white gold vanity table that had once belonged to Catherine the Great, Jovi was curling her hair about her wand, getting it back to its former glory after having spotted a hair out of place in the mirror in the hallway. She'd managed to tame it into place when she'd answered the door to Tristan and sent him along out the back where her beloved was entertaining their little princes and princess but knowing it had needed fixing meant that Jovi needed to start a new. So while her husband entertained their little royals, she took herself upstairs and restarted her entire hair care routine.

Things outside must have been going terribly because what could not have been more than ten minutes later, her darling was calling for her. Jovi sighed and started on the other side of her, "In here, my sweet." she called softly, letting her voice flow through their wondrous halls. Her dressing room was across the hall from their bedroom, set up with her vanity and a lot of wardrobe space, housing all her fabulous outfits that she'd yet to wear. Jovi never wore an outfit more than once but she did keep a few favourites, like the dress she wore on her first date with Fin, the dress she wore the first time she took a life, and the dresses she wore the day she introduced her babies to the world, and of course her wedding dress was tucked away safely, too. She only kept the sentimental ones, other dresses got used once and then thrown.

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