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"That is David, yes, my boy," Annie seemed to perk up a bit more at the mention of her BRILLIANT child. He was simply brilliant, wasn't he? And so much like his father. Just look at him now, completely absorbed in reading that old potions textbook, one hand lazily stirring the cauldron with her broom...
Wait, that wasn't her BROOM broom, was it? "DAVIE," the redhead barked sharply, causing the boy to look up finally. He definitely hadn't so much as flinched when the other woman had addressed him. "What in Merlin's name are you stirring that potion with?!"
"Old broom," the boy replied stoically. "I found it in the corner. It was cobwebby." His large blue eyes trailed calmly from his mom to the other lady and then back to her. "Didn'tja want it cleaned off?"
"Didn't I want it--- that was a COLLECTIBLE," she hissed, though mostly to herself. "Put the broom and cauldron away NOW. And then go to my room and wait there." Merlin only knew what the boy would try to cook with NEXT while she was busy with this interview. OI. VEY.
Davie's face adopted a very stormy expression, one that surely meant a temper tantrum was coming on. He had no idea what he had even done WRONG. Here he was, trying to brew her a POTION, his first one almost EVER, just because she was his MUM and he LOVED HER and HE NEVER GOT TO SEE HER and now she was making him put all his toys away and go to timeout.
"Stupid broom," the little boy knocked the stirrer out of the potion with a defiant hand gesture. Then he sensed his mother's eyes on the back of his head and quietly started cleaning the cauldron and tidying up his play area. Like the innocent little genius he was. Every now and then he stole a look at the lady in the skirt.
*cough*Pretttttylady*cough*
"Sorry about that," Anastasia cleared her throat and resumed speaking with the other adult in the room. "Peyton, that's right." She took her seat as well and pretended to be busily shuffling her papers so she wouldn't lose her temper again with her little angel. He was probably only being rowdy because there was another adult in the room. Just another person to show off for. Tsk.
Annie gave her quill a nudge to start writing and looked up at Peyton with a fixed, professional smile. "Now then, Miss Barr--- sorry, BARLOW," that was an even uglier name; no matter, "why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself? What have you been up to since...." she glanced at the girl's file and her eyes widened.
Class of 2068? 2068!??!! Hold on now, how had Bunz missed that fact on her first read-through of the file? "...since I taught you in Herbology?!!?" she finally finished her sentence with a bit of a disbelieving tone.
Merlin's beard, this was a regular Anna Greingoth-Newell she was talking to here! The redhead's eyes went back to zooming around the file for anything ELSE she might have missed.
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