"I do. She's," there was a slight pause as he blanked on his only child's age, "not yet five." She was somewhere in the region of three and five... Wasn't she? Shit. It did seem a long time since Noelle had been alive. Merlin's beard what difference did it make anyway? Eventually she'd get a Hogwarts letter and he wouldn't have to see her for seven years, then she'd be an adult and hopefully married or finished or just not his responsibility anymore.
The more he thought about it the more he started to think he'd made an embarrassing blunder on his daughter's age. She had to be at least five, Noelle had been dead as long as that! Not that a three year old was really any different from a six year old. Charles chose not to correct himself and gamble on Tiberius Lestrange either not knowing already or not caring enough to ever realize he'd made the mistake in the first place. "It's a rotten sort of luck to be widowed and left with a daughter." Of course Noelle had left him with the one sort of child he didn't know how to handle. Admittedly most of his issues with Althea stemmed from the fact that he was in a perpetual state of suspecting her of being Noelle reincarnate, sent from the depths of hell to eventually ruin his life when she caused a public scandal so horrific it ruined his career and drove him to drink and baldness. "She would do well to have a role model such as your sister." Though he did worry that even the virtues of Miss Lestrange were no match for the blood in her veins that would always be Noelle's.
At that thought Charles' picked up his drink again.
The more he thought about it the more he started to think he'd made an embarrassing blunder on his daughter's age. She had to be at least five, Noelle had been dead as long as that! Not that a three year old was really any different from a six year old. Charles chose not to correct himself and gamble on Tiberius Lestrange either not knowing already or not caring enough to ever realize he'd made the mistake in the first place. "It's a rotten sort of luck to be widowed and left with a daughter." Of course Noelle had left him with the one sort of child he didn't know how to handle. Admittedly most of his issues with Althea stemmed from the fact that he was in a perpetual state of suspecting her of being Noelle reincarnate, sent from the depths of hell to eventually ruin his life when she caused a public scandal so horrific it ruined his career and drove him to drink and baldness. "She would do well to have a role model such as your sister." Though he did worry that even the virtues of Miss Lestrange were no match for the blood in her veins that would always be Noelle's.
At that thought Charles' picked up his drink again.
