 A Poop * k8 *
Lenora DID move over to the food area to grab a drink and watch Iselda attempt at mingling with her fellows. The child was hopeless, so far. Sweet, but hopeless. She supposed she had herself to blame for that; Seldy had no idea how to talk to other children. Arnall had always said she was too uptight with her.
WELL.
The older woman attempted not to sternly stare at all of the adults...and their children, here. It'd been years since she had stepped foot in Diagon, and as she glanced down at her pristinely clean shoes, she scoffed at..ugh, this place.
This place.
She should have let Iwin take the girls and Seldy to this thing. But honestly, she didn't trust her grandson with her. She trusted no one with Seldy at the moment. She absentmindedly thumbed the candy necklace the girl had made her and sighed. Durmstrang would set her right, when she went. She could hope, at least.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |