To Grandmother's House: #67 Quell

The cry of a baby could be heard throughout the manor house, as were the desperate shushes coming from the infant’s mother. The woman waved toys and tickled bellies and otherwise acted the fool to placate her teal-haired babe… to no avail.

“Can no one quell the noise emitting from that creature?” the child’s grandmother moaned from her chaise. She pressed a handkerchief to her eyes as if the world was ending.

“She is not a creature,” Andromeda said softly as Nymphadora finally stopped crying. Her hair turned pink.

This visit had obviously been a mistake. There would be no more.