"Aw, no sprinkles?" He pouted at her, steering them towards the Leaky Cauldron. Fredrick kept one of his hands firmly in his pocket, wrapped around his identification card. It was a small comfort. "Evil woman. That's just cruel."
He noticed the grin. It made his own bigger. He was starting to feel a little bit like a fool. What was this? The ninth? Tenth time he'd grinned since seeing her? He hated to think how many times it would have been if they hadn't run into that spot of trouble. "Are you implying that I owe you something...Aggie?"
Fredrick couldn't help himself. As the oldest and the only boy, he delighted in teasing girls (though Agatha was decidedly much different then teasing his sisters; make no mistake about that).
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