A/N – Grace [WolfWinks], this entire collection is for you. But since I was late, I'm only submitting the first chapter to the Dunk Tank.

"What? You think you're exempt?" Percy scoffed. "Just because you moved out?"

"Look, Perce, I made a mistake," Charlie tried to reason, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "I didn't know what I was agreeing to."

"You signed the contract," Percy said, unmoved.

"You were five!" Charlie yelled. "It's not going to stand up in front of the Wizengamot!"

"You. Signed. The contract." Percy enunciated each word carefully, punctuating the statement by holding out an old scrap of parchment. He'd obviously taken good care of it over the years.

"It's written in green crayon!"

"The colour is irrelevant," Percy snapped. "You signed. Right here." He pointed to the wonky line drawn at the bottom of the page, with nine-year-old-Charlie's signature messily scrawled on top. "You can't argue the facts."

"But–"

"And how many times have you broken this contract?" Percy continued, ignoring his brother's protests. "You owe me."

"We don't even live in the same country!" Charlie yelled, exasperated.

"We're in the same country now," Percy reasoned.

"Egypt, Perce," Charlie stressed.

"Yes, well." Percy turned the parchment over, pointing to the tally on the back. "You still have to de-gnome the garden–" he counted the lines, quickly working out the numbers "–four hundred and seventy six times."

"Four hundred and– That can't be right."

"You agreed to five hundred."

"What about if we make a new contract?" Charlie tried to reason, hopefully.

"No."

"But–"

"No! You agreed to this!" Percy said. "You shouldn't have signed if you wanted to renegotiate terms."

"I was nine," Charlie snapped. "And you were five! I thought you'd forget."

"Well, you were wrong."