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23 May 1979

"John! John get in here!" Helen called frantically. John raced into the room as fast as he could to find his 6 month pregnant wife standing in the middle of a room of chaos. Books and throw pillows were flying around her head at an alarming speed and Helen stood too terrified to move. "What's going on?!"

"I..uh..well, I think the baby may be magical?" John said sheepishly as he reached out to grab the items from the swirling vortex.

"Magical?!" Helen shrieked.

"Err well..my dad and mum were magical you see...and uh, well, I'm not. It's fine though. Nothing to worry about. You were probably just stressing about something, right?" John asked nervously, continuing to snatch pillows and books from the air.

"I just really wanted a kiwi. I hate kiwis!" Helen cried, her eyes filling with tears. "When you say magical..."

"My dad and mum were magical. They were so disappointed I was a squib. Couldn't have anymore children, you see. I'm the last of the House of Dagworth-Granger." John said sheepishly.

"I think you have some major explaining to do." Helen growled, outraged her husband would hide something like this from her.