Moses had been working on some paperwork in the dining hall of the building, trying to get all caught up and ready to move back into work in the field. Unfortunately, he would have to start this set over again, because Miranda had shrieked so loud that he jumped, scratched his quill across (and through) the parchment, and across the freshly washed tablecloth. Bloody hell, and she wondered why she always had so many chores to do. He pulled his wand out to do a quick reparo on the paper, maybe an ink cleaning charm when the smashing of plates and glasses wafted out to him.
What the hell was she thinking?! Oh, mum was going to throw a fit when she found out about--and then there was another shout. Ugh, he wasn't in the mood to put up with whatever she had to scream about. Little did he know that it bore quite a bit of importance to not only his younger sister, but also to the rest of their family. Rubbing his forehead, he let out a weary sigh. Their parents had put him in charge for the afternoon, handing her confiscated wand over to him as a result. He grabbed it from the table and hobbled into the kitchen but didn't get much past the door. "MIRANDA DAISY DODDERIDGE, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR?" he asked in shock, not even processing things enough to turn off the water.
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