 19. Have your character forget what they were going to say in your post ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
Oh, Amrita could write entire essays about the joys of having Desi parents - especially how they went from you're never leaving the house to WHY DO YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE with no warning. But Mo knew that, probably, since she probably brought it up way back, approximately one kid ago.
The buzzer rang, and Amrita knew immediately that it was not her mother, solely from the fact that her mother never rang the doorbell. She'd just use her key. And then yell at Amrita for not having put away the laundry she'd been folding while Jasmine napped, and then quit folding and went to take a shower instead. Said laundry still needed to finish being folded, but she'd always been shoddy at housekeeping spells. Offensive and defensive magic had always been more up her alley.
Hereditary trait, probably.
What was also a hereditary trait was jumpiness - and while it made for excellent battle reflexes out in the field, it made life difficult for the mother of a jumpy three-year-old who was jolted out of her nap. Great. Now she'd be cranky for the rest of the evening and refuse to go to sleep despite being more tired than usual. So after a quick pit stop by the nursery on her way to the door, made her way to throw some colourful words at whichever Mormon had decided to grace her doorstep this fine day.
The door swung violently open. She took a deep breath, as one does before going off on a tired, and then kind of just held it when she realised exactly who it was at her door.
Uh.
Yeah, she was just not going to breathe for the foreseeable future. Merlin and Morgana, she needed to sit down.
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