"Me?!" She bristled and turned in his grasp to glare hard at him. Their children — their surviving children, as Frederick's death was fully attributed in Alexandra's mind to the stupidity of the nanny — had never experienced a parent acting impulsively until Philip's abrupt personality change last year. They experienced her temper, sure, as she was certain Philippa remembered the outbursts that happened in the months following Frederick's death, but never a follow through on dangerous impulses. Philip, on the other hand, had since purchased a quidditch team and now possessed all new sorts of grand delusions. If anything, her own near demise only minutes ago was also his fault!
She inched out of his grasp entirely, her arms now wrapped tightly around herself to provide some of the warmth he'd been providing. "And who ensured there would be brooms at every entrance? Who encouraged the behavior?" Alexandra continued, scowling at him.
She inched out of his grasp entirely, her arms now wrapped tightly around herself to provide some of the warmth he'd been providing. "And who ensured there would be brooms at every entrance? Who encouraged the behavior?" Alexandra continued, scowling at him.