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The adventures of Unassuming Hufflepuff continue. In an Unassuming fasion.

Summer at the manor was quiet except when Granddad insisted
on morning target practice in the range set up in the back garden. Doctors
argued with him about it, but Granddad insisted that shooting revolvers kept
the arthritis at bay.

Doctors, Uh has noticed, really do not like it when a cure
that should never work actually does work.

“ALEX!”

“MY NAME IS UH, GRANDDAD!” Uh shouts back, closing
their book with a sigh.

“WHATEVER!” Graddad replies from the garden. “YOU HAVEN’T
BEEN ON THE RANGE YET THIS WEEK!”

Uh puts their book aside, vacates the bench on the balcony,
and then climbs down the support column to land in the back garden with a
thump. “Granddad, I have a wand. I don’t need to shoot anyone when I can
hex them. Besides, guns don’t work at Hogwarts.”

“No, modern
guns don’t work at Hogwarts,” Granddad corrects Uh cheerfully, clearing
the barrels of both revolvers before handing them over. “But if you go old
school…”

“Fine.” Uh gives up, loads the revolvers,
obliterates the two remaining targets the manor staff have yet to replace, and
then hands the emptied weapons back to Granddad. “There you are. Can I
please read my book now?”

Granddad is staring at the targets, a distant look in his
eyes. Uh would almost call it sadness.

No, not feelings, not again! This is still not Uh’s job!

“Sometimes it amazes me how much you take after
me,” Granddad says, tilting his head at the targets. “Then it’s your
Gran, and the way you both bury your heads in books. Then it’s Lin with the
magic and the swords…and then there’s your dad.”

“I don’t take after Dad at all,” Uh reminds
Granddad.

Granddad reaches over and ruffles Uh’s long hair. “Alex
always wanted to fix things, too, sweetheart.”

Fine. Uh will at least admit to that. But at least they
don’t go wandering off and get lost for three years and counting.

Granddad knows what they’re thinking. “Sweetheart, I
still blame your Uncle Jonathan for that.”

Uh nods. That is also likely. Uncle Jonathan is…like that.
Gran always says he took after their great-grandfather, who was a bit mad, and
then Jonathan’s service in World War I made everything worse.

Uh is halfway back to the manor before they realize.
“Wait. Granddad! Old school? That was a terrible pun!”

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