2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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Well, Five had survived a 'family dinner' yesterday. Which was possibly the most shocking part of the whole weekend.

Oh, and Tim was still here.

Five sat in one of the chairs, staring at where the child-shaped mannequin was sitting across from him. "I can see your mother in you," he decided.

Tim continued on being a mannequin in response to that.

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"It means that it's not magic."

Also, Dolores and all that.

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"It looks like magic!" Creepy, creepy magic.

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"Well, it's not!"

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"Does...he...have an opinion on the subject?"

Tim's opinion was probably wrong, if he really was Five's.

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Five looked at Tim. Tim continued to be a motionless mannequin. "Yes. Yes, he does."

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"I suppose he agrees with you?"

Because he's your creepy magical doll child.

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"Of course he does. He also thinks you think about magic too much." Tim was totally sighing at how uncool his dad was being here.

But alas. He was a mannequin.

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"Of course he does," Belle said, rolling her eyes. "But I don't."

Why, last week she'd barely spared a thought for magic!

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"You're wrong, but you must be used to that," Five said brightly.

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"You are impossible." Yet she kept coming back for more. WHY.

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Because they just thrived off this energy.

Five just gave her douchiest grin he could. Because he was raised by Sir Reginald and knew it well.

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"Enjoy your terrifying doll child," Belle said.

Your totally magical doll child.

"I'll find another room."