The answer did little to soothe her curiosities - in fact, it only managed to make them more morbid. She brought one hand up and rested her palm against the glass as she stared intensely at the creature. The explanation, she thought, sounded fake upon first hearing it - but then again, her Papa was a smart man and always seemed to know what he was talking about. She turned her eyes back to him, her brows furrowed in concern.
"Perhaps I might be able to lift their parents' sorrows by learning how to turn them back," she responded. Turning a toad to a human didn't seem that difficult, she thought; she'd seen people turn chairs to mice, mice to rabbits, and rabbits to beavers. Why not toads to people?
"And if Hogwarts can't teach me, I'm sure you can, Papa. You're one of the smartest men in the Ministry, aren't you?" He did work in the Department of Mysteries, and they hired only the best!
"Perhaps I might be able to lift their parents' sorrows by learning how to turn them back," she responded. Turning a toad to a human didn't seem that difficult, she thought; she'd seen people turn chairs to mice, mice to rabbits, and rabbits to beavers. Why not toads to people?
"And if Hogwarts can't teach me, I'm sure you can, Papa. You're one of the smartest men in the Ministry, aren't you?" He did work in the Department of Mysteries, and they hired only the best!
