Rosie didn't like to think ill of any of her children. She blamed Hugo entirely for how their son acted. Albin was only a boy, after all. He couldn't possibly understand, what with his father whispering nonsense into his ear.

"Hugo troubles. We had an arguement." Not the first time, and surely not the last. Rosie didn't want to talk about what came of that arguement. Though her voice was even more strained than usual. "I hope that things calm down for you once September comes around."

Looking at the books, she smiled. Each one sounded absolutely perfect for each of her children. Zach was always so attentive like that. "Thank you."