He looked at his two oldest, twin girls named Elaine and Genevieve, and held in a sigh. Elaine was beat red, shouting about how unfair Genevieve was being, while Genevieve’s face was tightly drawn in an expression of sour displeasure. As far as he could gather, Gen had tricked Elaine into agreeing that when they got to Hogwarts in September, Gen would always have first use of the family owl – or something. It was hard to keep track over which issue the girls were fighting about today.