Charles' attention was finally drawn away from his misplaced offspring and to the woman addressing him. Who was she? Did she work here? Regardless, she spoke too much. "That is my daughter, yes." He had hardly been worried, he certainly wouldn't have chosen such a word to describe his consternation at Althea's disappearance, although he hadn't exactly been at ease either. "I was under the impression that the creatures were supposed to be kept separate from the visitors." He was annoyed but now he wasn't sure where to place his annoyance - his daughter shouldn't have run off and so she definitely deserved his ire, but she oughtn't to have been able to end up where she had, surely? Were mooncalves even safe? They looked stupid enough to be harmless but he wasn't stupid enough to let that convince him.
Even stupid things could at times be dangerous - muggles, for example.
"Althea, come here." He gestured to the space in front of him. She didn't move.
Even stupid things could at times be dangerous - muggles, for example.
"Althea, come here." He gestured to the space in front of him. She didn't move.
