12-31-2019, 03:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-31-2019, 03:51 PM by Harry Longbottom.)
"Tha's my roof, ye tart! Ge' off! Or I'll call the coppers on ye!" Harry waved the fire-poker again. He wouldn't actually call for the constable, because they wouldn't come anyway, and if they did, there was quite a lot Harry or his wife might get in trouble for. But she didn't need to know that. "Yer damaging my roof and chasin' away my customers!"