 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Would she care for a cup? “I would be, thank you. You make the best tea.’’ Yes, this was her opinion which had been formed from the first time he had made her a cup. Hearing him talk about Emmalyn made her laugh. “Indeed, she is. I’m please she has someone else that she isn’t reluctant to share her views with.’’ As far as she knew, Foster was quite trustworthy. The next thing Kaysha knew she was feeling was flustered and a dull flush crept up on her face. Goodness! Why was she being this way? “Thank you for looking out for me. Also for Emmalyn and the other kiddos last term.’’ That reminded her... “Dorian Katharos mentioned you lent him a book on meditation. I have it in my possession but it’s at Hogwarts. Perhaps I can return it the next time I see you?’’
Kay nodded. Foster would find the teas there. As she listened to him, she retrieved two small plates. Her now mitten-less hands placed cookies on the plates; they were somewhat cooled now. “That’s wonderful. How are they?’’ She had never met the parents but knew they were an integral part of Foster’s life. “Oh, you did? Well, I for one am happy you decided to stay.’’ There was only too much truth in those words and she found herself thinking that she hated the thought of him being so far away.
The woman whirled around to face him, her bright smile on her face. “What great news! That's more reason for you to stick around.” This meant she was sure to see him more often than if he had been in America. |