Eyes widening, Acacia stared at her little brother with a hint of horror on her face. Goodness sakes, did the boy have a death wish? "You should have fetched a teacher." She said sternly. Oh Merlin, nothing they could do now about it.

Shaking her head with a sigh, she lowered another finger. "You haven't? Well, I suppose that's natural for a boy of your age." Would he ask any specifics? Or would she be spared that. "I have never had a pleasant conversation with grandma Ruskin." Goodness, that woman was quite tense.