Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard
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With Dad, it was all a little more laissez-faire. I remember him padding down the stairs at three in the morning one Saturday to find me and a couple of buddies making pancakes in the kitchen. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” he demanded. “Er, making pancakes.” He shrugged. “Okay,” he said. Then he smiled and trudged back up to bed.