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While the two conversed, Mordred kept his attention on Catherine’s small frame and he stroked his daughter’s soft hair. “Quite the observant one, hmm?” the dragonologist grinned as he sat his daughter on his lap and started to whisper sweet nothings to her. Mordred felt that Catherine got overwhelmed by the new environment and the new voice she’s hearing right now. It wasn’t Ella’s and definitely not Alec's too, and Catherine became wary of the new face. The little girl turned around to face her daddy and made grabby hands at him. Mordred obliged of course, and he hugged his little princess protectively.
The father of two then turned his attention back to his wife and nodded along. “I can do that...have Calen help you out too.” Mordred knows how much Sophie hates asking his house elf for help, so it somewhat came out as a good-natured joke. “I don’t think this one is in the mood to be held by another person. Maybe tomorrow, Bee.” He said slightly shrugging his shoulder at her.
And say what? Why would he offer his seat to his wife when he knows Sophie too well? Given her outburst earlier, he was sure she’d been in the laboratory the whole day, and was itching to move around. She is, after all, a Macmillan too.
Ah yes. That lot.
Turning his attention back to Beezus, he sighed softly and tilted his head to the side like a curious school boy. "How's work at DERP? What do you exactly do for that Department?"
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