Gus shook her head as she began doling out the stew into portions (small for their mother, who rarely had the energy to eat a full meal, larger for Georgie, who was giant and really ought to eat more than he did, and a fair size for her, because she hadn’t been exaggerating about being famished. Well, not much.)
“Nah, I’m marvellous at dodging bludgers, I only ran into the hoop,” she said in easy amusement, waving off his worry with the arm in question, until she realised she was dropping tiny blood spatters on the table. (Fortunately not in the stew.) Teasing the cloth from his hand to deal with that, she slid him his bowl of stew instead and dropped into a chair, holding her elbow up at an awkward angle until the bleeding stopped.
“So, tell me about this one,” she pressed with a grin, jerking her head in the vague direction of the ghost cat. George’s work tales were always entertaining to her (- though possibly sometimes frustrating to him -) but the ghostly animals were often especially adorable. “And how you did it. You didn’t accidentally lure it along with a... ghost-mouse, or something?” Gus teased.
“Nah, I’m marvellous at dodging bludgers, I only ran into the hoop,” she said in easy amusement, waving off his worry with the arm in question, until she realised she was dropping tiny blood spatters on the table. (Fortunately not in the stew.) Teasing the cloth from his hand to deal with that, she slid him his bowl of stew instead and dropped into a chair, holding her elbow up at an awkward angle until the bleeding stopped.
“So, tell me about this one,” she pressed with a grin, jerking her head in the vague direction of the ghost cat. George’s work tales were always entertaining to her (- though possibly sometimes frustrating to him -) but the ghostly animals were often especially adorable. “And how you did it. You didn’t accidentally lure it along with a... ghost-mouse, or something?” Gus teased.
gorgeous set by Lady!