 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Grandmothers who made toffees? All Isabella's grandmother did was buy her dresses and teach her how to sit properly. Isabella appreciated it, but she would have liked some grandmother-baked cookies or something come Christmas. Maybe this year she could ask to bake some cookies with her grandmother... "I'm sorry, Randa, it'll be okay though." Gosh. She was eleven. She wasn't supposed to have to know how to comfort people who were crying over dead family...
As Peeves swooped over them again, Isabella ducked in case he dropped something else over their heads. Then, as he flew away, she shook her head.
"Good riddance," she said in her annoyed big sister voice. "Someone needs to teach him some manners." Just not her. "Are you going to be alright, Randa?" |