Sometimes I think I give birth to the reincarnation of Saint Francis of Assisi that, or my boy made a poverty vow without me knowing. He is not a penny pincher, far from it; he is a very generous boy. It's just that trying to buy him clothes it's an odyssey. His tennis has three holes on it, and we have to insist on buying him a new one. We are grateful he was gracious enough as to allow us to buy it...we would have like to buy two, but then we know a lost battle when we face it: "What is the point if I will only use one anyway?"
Today, we manage to buy him a hoodie with his tennis: "It stressed me to go out shopping with you both, always pushing for me to buy more". We don't go against his will, he won't use things we buy him, so we suggest he might need another pair of whatever he is buying.
We always wanted our kids to be austere, but this guy has taken things too far in the austerity department.
The great Coffeeonthepatio has writen another fic: Eastbank Pharmaceuticals It's still a WIP.
Officer Granger is sent on a mission to observe a suspect in newly developing Death Eater activity 18 years after the war ended.