It was a rare day when her mother lied with her in bed and stroked her hair to sleep. Jessa wasn’t feeling sleepy, though, she was more awake than ever and wanted to capture every second before her mum went back to her room and didn’t come out for a long time.
“Grandma didn’t seem so happy with the owl she got from the Tremletts today.” Her mum’s voice was barely over a whisper, but Jessa could hear the amusement in her tone.
“It was my Charms time. I had to practice.” The thirteen years old replied, grinning in the dark.
“Sticking Lady Tremletts tongue to the roof of her mouth breaks a couple of social laws, I’m sure.” Her mum chuckled tiredly, and pulled her daughter closer to her lap.
“Nana is too concerned with what people think or say about us.”
“Maybe. But this time, she is right. That wasn’t graceful of you, Jessa.”
It was the first time her mother agreed with her grandma on something. She was surprised to hear that. “So, we’re not invited to the concert this weekend?”
Her mum laughed, “No, I’m afraid her son won’t have us.”